The Evangelica tower of the "four eyes" continues on the same corner in front of its Catholic neighbors "double needle". I am not the same on the outside and maybe it is on the inside although my persecution says something else. Today I would like with me a fantastic machine that will transport me to the adolescence of forgiveness and the troubled and confused dreams, owners then of my adolescent sky felt and loved. The years passed as it is the job of life to add the time that in spite of everything keeps alive a lot of those days, because not all the old houses have collapsed and I say of the permanence of the older neighbors that illustrate the streets of the city with its memory. Late in my 'a noble nostalgia that does not hurt and evoke the round bench with its long arm tree that on Sunday afternoon almost caressed the back of the band's musicians, emerging from its center that if I remember correctly was always painted Orange. It was the place occupied by retired veteran workers for their habit of friendship and true stories, or with the tinge of fables where some old man repeated his stories again and again without being mocked for it. I attended each word without losing the thread of the narrative offered with pleasant unction as if I had not heard them before. That's why I remember them.
THE ROUND BENCH
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