always, very young, I dreamed of New York.
I fantasized so many times with its streets, its skyscrapers, millions of faces, problems, light and shadow that now I can only smile at the memory.
Overcome by nostalgia I get from this Vega song, I remember my childhood and past. A childhood in the Big Apple was very present.
And, step by step, cycle after cycle, you realize that you get older while you mature, skin tanning experience that will shape your destiny uncontrollably, for better or for worse.
So full circle, you get to thinking. You think you've lost everything, how much you've earned and what you've gone different. Neither better nor worse, just different.
you miss the greatness of the little details, that illusion that appeared to exchange that chrome "repeated" in the playground, the emotions that were not contained in its nucleus. Strange
incisors that boy separate outside problems and future concerns. Their innocence, tenderness, nobility.
learn to share, learn to grow. The background is the same, looks are not.
When you are writing this text still has much to learn, discover, make mistakes and even more to improve and mature. There is still plenty of rain to fall, but I hope and wish with all my heart, that that destiny is being forged with the sum of their actions deserve punishment, that does not conform in any stretch of the road and do not give up the goal pursued, because it, for life will be defined.
The lights are on, New York and the streets waiting for sleep.
The lights are on, New York and the streets waiting for sleep.
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