Monday, September 18, 2006

-You know those days when you get the mean reds?
-The mean reds
- You mean, like the blues?
-The blues are because you're getting fat or it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of. Don't you ever get that feeling?
- Sure.
- When I get it, what does any good is to jump into a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness, the proud look. Nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany's, then... Then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name.

El problema es que hoy Tiffany's está muy lejos y mi gato ya tiene nombre.
Yo también seguiría los pasos de mi musa, taxi y me zambulliría en la marea amarilla de las calles para llegar a un sitio impecable donde lo mezquino no tuviera cabida.

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