l E Street Cafe 11, is named, helped by the elliptical component of the English language is becoming a haven for weekend . It is tiny, and for that reason, warm, inviting, inspiring. Despite the tight and short, almost non-existent separation between the tables There is no reason to feel short of breath.
I come to read, write paragraphs disinterested, to see people, observe their ways, and without intending to, your eating habits. The photos I took with the phone and go to a new blog that I'm devising a "PHOTOLOG" snapshot Yorkers, a city that is very close to the idea of \u200b\u200bhome, a further confirmation that a response or outcome. Saer explaining why, or pigeon, it does not matter who, at the end of a chapter of The research .
a bigger place, that does not evoke nostalgia, because children did not pass here. A house spreads, which are accepted all our contradictions, aspirations and subtleties not elaborate filters or labels, things that the place we saw the birth not permitted because they are other attributes.
is a major issue for all who are gone and in particular for those who felt uncomfortable, uneasy in a particular adjective. Although it is tiring shedding those tags, maybe even impossible to change its name, is an issue and rational epidermal looms on every page of every book of all those who go beyond writing about it.
Suit in my backpack so I have to read the novel Saer. Reading itself to past to be quite an event: to bring together in one place the minimum to achieve, perhaps because reading away from being transcendent and more a companion skin. I also put True and False by David Mamet, which I read it twice and would be happy to re-offend. The classic book Rivadavia, a practice over recent years, the pen that I borrowed from another coffee and visiting a cable music, notes that only I can hear.
afternoon at an all time high, not objecting to anything. The sun with direct light highway; March 1 as told Dickens. No money but plenty of life.
Photo: © Piazzesco
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