There is a palm where it should not. The square die in a dark street. Have dwarfed the curb an outbreak of terrace house. The palm gives the song if you think about it. One, however, can walk and not be aware. A young man wears a leash to a beagle puppy, he sniffs the fence and then mark it. When I was younger, guess the exact age of the people. The girl could be seventeen or twenty. I just dont know. The sun has risen and they are beggars on the corners. Shout for manera exagerada. Dicen que ahora hay grupos organizados que se reparten la ciudad y acaparan la generosidad (o displicencia) de los ciudadanos de un modo burocrático y profesional. Eso no está bien, pero me pregunto si cabe hacer juicios morales en asuntos de este tipo. La calle se abre a plazas minúsculas, indiferentes. Hace tiempo que cerraron aquel bar donde bebíamos cerveza Kronenburg y comíamos raciones de pulpo a la gallega. Ahora hay un banco norteamericano. De niño me caí cerca de una farmacia que aún existe y me hice una brecha junto al ojo, que todavía conservo. Curiosamente, esta calle en forma de embudo no parece hecha para días de sol. La luz rebota en los cristales de los numerosos escaparates y deslumbra. La calle calls for rain, as the cafes asking smoke. The whole landscape of umbrellas, which seems inscribed in the sidewalk taciturn nature, the succession of stores specializing in jewelry and other nonsense that cause a look of disbelief on the viewer. How do they survive? It is fatal to realize that geography is reassuring. What happens is that this is something already trodden. And his sentence, which is only tantrum, going by the description. And I know that reality is not with me in this fight. But, you know: to destroy the temple, you must have built before.
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