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New York on 2

Around the hostel where I stayed had a used bookstore. There I bought a tiny little book that helped me form, agenda, map-sketches and confessional. In part I wrote: "New York United States redeems." I was in the bar of the Music Hall of Williamsburg, doing time as Juliette Lewis out for a concert grand. Very rompebolas, more accurate. I wrote down the words that I also redeemed men who had loved me. Some. And then I kept writing petty borracheces that filled the pages until I started chatting with a boy of Salvadoran descent who grew up in New Jersey. We drank to vomit. Well, me.

But I like the phrase. It is true that a city as beautiful redeem a fascinating country as hateful. That New York alone is worth the embarrassing and annoying process of exposure to the consuls of the Embassy. That.

Some photos on my second day at the "Big Apple":

Upon leaving the subway in Union Square, of course. I could not help noticing that many gringos usually take their lunch sit-down on a bench, watching people. The heat was good but not overwhelming.

This corner should be 17 to Broadway, sort of.

emergency stairs.

Look well this picture. Shows that the films do not ever have lied to us: the homeless with super shopping there. There! I witnessed this wonder.

Flatiron Building. Nothing that we do not have Tacubaya.

As New Yorkers who love public spaces, I ate shrimp falafel with a cart on the corner (which, unfortunately, was not attended by Ross) sitting on a bench in Madison Square Park. I was wearing handmade shoes bought in Guanajuato. A woman I asked where he had purchased and so we started talking for hours. Recommended me to do places to go and told me of his life, and so on. In the end I said to this guy on the roof of a building. "Find them, are everywhere," he said. I could not find anywhere else. (*_*)

In Chelsea, where art galleries abound. With a photo partner in this box I opened my Tumblr, then what.

walked up to this park, Waterside Park. I liked it because it has several sources and jueguitos Pool keeper, and the women bring their children and throws them around with their bathing suits while they get to gossip with the next door. Qualifying: hell yeah.

I took off my shoes and I walked on water. Relinde.

Hudson River. Out there, but more to the right, should reach the poor Titanic. Poor Leo.

The Chelsea Market is put where formerly the Nabisco factory. Some of its attractions are bakeries with windows to the public, so that you stand a while to see how they work for bakers. Social tinted museum.

I liked taking these photos in high, while crossing the street. I even ran over to give the look of wonder turistita up with the fucking lights.

What is it? For 'ai of the Fifth with 49.

Statue of Liberty in vivo and chewing gum.

Radio City Music Hall. Drake played shortly. Life is a wicked thing: in a beautiful place, a tipín so unpleasant.

Ainbow Room. Only conceptual.

St. Patrick's Cathedral perfectly located next to a building modernou few years ago.

The building super

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Grand Central.

Name at least two romantic movies whose main characters are here and give a passionate kiss.

beautiful sky.

In the corner of Fifth with the 59, where a feels good here.

In Central Park.

beating by the 60 East and walked, walked and walked until I came to another door and thought: Um, it was two hours, but Central Park is not as large as I thought. I took a step and felt it was in the 60 West. That is, he had crossed out wide, but not along. So really, Central Park is huge.

But so beautiful as I thought.

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letter in New York on 1

Dear blog:

I must confess that I felt the urge to kill . It's a new idea came to me a few days ago. Sometimes I reread and give me as a punishment of others, but I stand because I think: I was young, what he knew about life, had no other purpose than to pass the time. But you're stuck, stay in an alien world, closed in itself. Obsolete, to end soon.

Just could not. I could not kill you, oh blog. The footnote is to remain as it always has been and never will be. Are the friend of the secondary one moves away gradually, but always moved by the memories return and feel of the familiar. I will not write to you and I will not write to you as you write soil. You know what I mean. Are banal and infantile, absurd metaphors you like to do stupid phrases and drop every two minutes. Ie: just me when I write about you. As it is time to evolve, we do not lose the friendship. Alimentémosla.

Sincerely: Your stupid
Lilian sensual

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castor Charter operates as a manifesto and proclamation. Suddenly the Tumblr appeared to me as the most easy and convenient to write simple, fast, honest. The notes grow there, mixed with stupidity that I find on the net and other items. So, as I wrote in my previous post, I'd better look over there more often from now on:

The other island

I believe that, despite Foretold Death of blogs ", my childish need to write on the network continues. It's between exhibitionist and therapeutic, you go to know.

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Naturally, the Noon Island does not die. Do not die! Wait soon the second part of my adventures in New York and all that. All that and more, yes sir.

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Pittsburgh

A Tuesday morning I took the bus to New York. I arrived eight hours later. It was three o'clock in the afternoon and the city was cloudy, but hot and humid. I got off the bus in an unknown street, full of unknown buildings, with no more idea than to be in New York. At last.

I had no fucking idea where I was. As I had not found any Lonely Planet before reaching this mythical place, I was thrown to whack one of the world's most intimidating city. Or more, how to know. I started walking guided by instinct, as if he knew where he was. "I'll find a metro station," he said. "All stations are connected in some way, no problem, everything is under control."

had booked a hostel in Brooklyn, the neighborhood Williamsburg. Terse instructions on its Web site said that after arriving at the Bedford Avenue station, L train, walk up 4 North Street and turn right. I did not even know where heck was Brooklyn. So I walked and I went into a street and then another, pretending that security was clearly not. Inside I was shitting. Rarely have I felt so afraid to walk dragging a suitcase in an unknown city.

Suddenly I heard the sound of the train at full speed down the sidewalk. At the next corner I found the stairs to the subway and down, smiling at everyone, as if to say "Wow, this order week in the Hamptons was insane "(which would explain my case, because the goal is pass by New York). Then I read the map. Impossible to understand at first.

So
I flung as Borras. One season later heard that the next transfer line was L. I got off peacefully, I went down a level in the elevator, I got to the first car I found and looked like last season. Four Bedford Avenue was later I emerged into the street again, painfully dragging my suitcase (which had traded in my backpack). was at 7 North Street and I went down to the four, I turned around and touched a bell. He had done.

But ah, my luck took so little! After applaud the feat, I went again only to get lost as ever. That happens when one walks to believe that Brooklyn is a neighborhood when in reality it is a huge city within another. So I ended up walking so much worse than in Tepito neighborhood, to intername after one of pure Polish telling me what I thought was nasty in its original language. Above, I had lowered the pressure. I went to a restaurant, where I believe Turkish, and then eat a lentil soup for the soul, the waitress told me to take the subway.

Lost again. With dizziness, headache and nausea, I forgot I look for in a single platform that takes several trains. I was wrong direction so many times. I went out to re-enter the tunnel. I spent hours there, reflecting on the origins of graffiti and The Warriors, on a video for UNKLE and a book by Henry Miller. And only night I managed to get close to Brooklyn Heights.

was worth.

The next morning I decided to get up very early and get to know the city really . I took the subway to get to the stairs the Brooklyn Bridge and cross it on foot.

adventure begins

Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass, not a goddamn flying elephant.

And then, as he walked and the contours of the island of Manhattan appeared, I had a definite sense. At last he was in New York. Had failed to feel the day before, locked in the underground or bumping along unfamiliar streets. Skyscrapers had not looked yet, at least not closely, and the magnificence of New York was revealed to me blow to the hike.

is all true what they say in New York. All novels, movies, songs, poems, rumors, all right. It is the capital of the world. It's intimidating. It is beautiful, with a special beauty and dirty. I try to describe it, but I can not: there is a constant thrill to be in New York. An emotion that is updated every minute. I think New York is the city that is known not to have been: we've seen both on TV and in movies, and have read much about it, which seems within reach. And it is. It is walkable and is warm. New Yorkers are incredibly friendly: not looking good to you or reading your little map in the corner looking confused, they come to help. And everything seen. You will never be rare or unique and that, instead of being boring, is liberating.

Here across the Brooklyn Bridge as anybody else.

very poor quality photo of you know what lady.

Manhattan I decided to go in order from top to bottom. I started then in Lower Manhattan: Ground Zero, Financial District, Wall Street and then Chinatown, Little Italy, NoLita, SoHo, NoHo and a bit of Greenwich Village. At night I made a tourist indulgence and got on the Empire State. When I walked out the Fifth to 42 and then went to Times Square. I stayed a long time sitting on a staircase full of tourists looking bright ads, knowing that a real newyorker avoid that area like the plague. But I was a tourist and I liked it because everything was revealed to me the first time.

Photos:

seller's Beach Classic I ♥ NY. Note that still sell the shirts hopeful Obama.

Ground Zero.

Clerk overwhelmed.

Wall Street. Dog walker with a high interest in economics to the front.

and who is that as I take out picture ...

This is New York: a crazy mounted on a ladder with a bible in his hand preaching the lack of values \u200b\u200bin our society. And a man with nothing better chubby what to do every now and then nodding.

This is also New York: the buttocks of a senile nun.

Columbus Park. Was fed through exciting happen in these kind gentlemen.

Chinatown! Although not all Chinese, as the Vietnamese restaurant. I ate at a Thai with a half English assholes for chopsticks.

And, indeed, the entire Chinatown smells fishy.

lychee water is god ... made lychee water.

And then, in Little Italy ...

That's how I like my stereotypes: basic and car plates.

is true: Little Italy is only two blocks, filled with confetti and verdeblancorojo. And restaurants with pasta. And chatty waiters.

Exterior of the New Museum on Bowery.

Lost duck. Still lost.

You so gay.

An exhibit at the New Museum was tens Wish these bracelets printed on fabric. You could choose the one that would and the legend is that when you fall, your wish is fulfilled. I chose two and not take a day and I myself took them away. The metaphor of life: you always destroys their dreams.

everyday thing in SoHo.

A taco tap, classical.

Sunset on the Sixth.

Empire State, psss oh.

Something is missing in this picture. Something like a giant gorilla.

Views from the Empire State:

In the gift shop, a cup of Gorilla: Why not.

earthly paradise.

And finally, that night, Times Square:




continued

other exciting days. The recounting go slowly. Although one day I saw so much that I would be happy with just that. Fortunately, it does not. While Therefore, the course of the day:

Manhattan, day 1

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