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January 05, 2005

Jet Lag

a huge comfortable cab here called taxi, a useless mobile, 25 degrees which look like minus 5, scary giants guarding the bridge while crying for their missed twin leaders, a lovely 81 woman in love with her president, if you see something say something, thousands of names killed in the ocean by the first nazi, thousands of names killed by his followers inside the WTC, a walk in the village with my two girls, a jewish young boy crying in the metro, the wall of the freedom which broke down the wall of the infamy, her, a squarrel on her hand, a ghost reminding me my first time, a boring opera, an exciting and slow breakfast, a square like Spain in the XVI Century, a girl who smells like Geneva like home, Picasso Monet Van Gogh Gaugin the giants in one room, drugs for the pain in the legs, five minutes being a New Yorker, five hours loving those five minutes, richness, style, mixture, contrast, movement, home... like a picture of Jackson Pollock, like New York


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Posted by antonio at January 5, 2005 12:52 AM

Comments

Es una ciudad como tu. Para ti, para alguien que la saboree y a viva como lo has hecho tu.

Posted by: Anonymous at January 5, 2005 04:13 PM