Dies y Seis de Marzo 2009
"Somehow the great cities of America have taken their places in a mythology that shapes their destiny: Money lives in New York. Power sits in Washington. Freedom sips Cappuccino in a sidewalk cafe in San Francisco."~..Joe Flower
Chianti and fudge cake.
Today is solely my day, as technology free as possible, with one and a half slips). I’m here to write, to scribble, to play, to soak in the sunshine and the ambience of THIS spot.
Laptops are abound here today. Writer look-alikes (or in my fantasy) surround. Shall I ever be blessed enough to be a writer? To let all of this go and write…these are not quite the times are they?
Or perhaps these times more than others demand making dreams come true.
The fudge cake is fantastic joy. The wine is a shot to the heart.
There’s a man in this grayed, pointed, Don Quixote like beard that I often see around town. He’s focused on his laptop’s screen, a distinguished Sean Connery cousin of the West Coast, with his smooth long gray hair pulled back in a ponytail. His beard bobs above the expresso and keyboard – he is young but he is aged.
What mix here, I wonder, is tourist, attempting to suck in what I am? It is so lively here.
He wears glasses now and focuses, just so.
My wine is making my shoulders smile.
In this cramped space, I am joined briefly by a man with a foamy drink in a small brown mini bowl like cup. He’s just excavated a section of the newspaper that was sitting peacefully in the trash pail beside me.
I am surrounded by art and real Italians. Great hats and fruitful fashions – mixed, match, hobo and wrong to much of America but I am in love! I am home!
The wine is taking its route to my brain. I blink in slow motion now. And move on to talk with the visiting Parisian musicians.
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