I was in New York , a couple of times so long ago ...
New York are several poems: the Octavio Paz ( Open your eyes: you're inside of yourself, / in a boat monosyllables browsing) on \u200b\u200ball and any of the old Whitman , but also a book, the Lorca; still remember that verse that I nailed in a work of Cota fifth " No more than a million blacksmiths / forging chains for the children to come ." It also contains chapters of some books, like the fantastic Cesar Antonio Molina and places we relieve pain .
is the Soho, and there are several movies Allen, obsessively filmed in Manhattan . Are the fire escapes and a heating system that releases vapor obsessively. Apple shop, a breakfast at Tiffany's. Is a skyline we all know, a Chinatown full of trinkets and MoMa flash (what not to miss ever) where I could finally see the front (and settle accounts, to some extent) enigmatic picture Dali ... It is, finally, a Downtown which gave name to all the cities, as has Kaplan in his fantastic journey into the future empire.
New York is, in short, the city in which all states have many times before landing there first ...
New York, a city to return.
New York, the capital of the world.
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