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. (*_*) 
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 
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. ** (Over resumidito) **
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