Truman Capote, Summer Crossing,
domingo, 24 diciembre 2006Broadway is a street; it is also a neighborhood, an atmosphere.
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Of many magics, one is watching a beloved sleep: free of eyes and awareness, you for a sweet moment hold the heart of him…
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There was a spring rainbow in the sky, and the blending of a rainbow and a blue glittering convertible had been too much for her: in a car like that, she’d said, begging Clyde to take her for a ride, why, in a car like that you could reach the end of the rainbow before it faded away.
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At last, there arrives a time when one asks, what have I done?
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