Sunday, May 18, 2014

Jones Beach


Bajo la bruma de un sol atrapado, los niños juegan en uno de los patios. No se les ve, pero su algazara recorre el barrio, despertando este domingo incierto.

“Now I was by no means so certain; doubt and worry plucked at me as we swayed together in the car of a rackety subway train. We got off soon. The bus itself left for Jones Beach from a dingy terminal on Nostrand Avenue, a place swarming with unruly Brooklynites jostling for position to get to the sun”.
William Styron. “Sophie's Choice”.

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