From Williamsburg, bright eyes, overseer of the metropolis, witness of endless pulsation, loose walker in green mood sometimes, drinker of emotive cocktails in the summer afternoons, tell me the news my friend but spare me from Eastern Side square puzzles. Let’s stick to our plans as I said, one trip here and there, suffering together, that’s the plan. See, the river keeps flowing despite our nightmares, those sidewalks have invited tourists to feel like they were red bugs in the rainforest, fostering projects of little value, breaking mirrors, flying by wingless copper statues, crossing the river in a pure firework boat. I wish I could stop by more often, I wish I could share more tables with you my friend, I wish I could travel the light speed and have a well done negroni with you on a weekly basis. The place from where you are, oh God, I feel like it is mine too, never mind to explain that. Blessed from North to South, from West to East; Autumn. The so hundreds messages all over the park, who will be next to step over this so blessed grass ?
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