Miguel Ramos
A blow to the glass of milk with a spoon, as 20 years ago, the immediate arrival of warm milk jug, the exact jet falling from the height of a full arm extendiendiendo the edge of the glass upwards and back smoking and foaming coffee. The fat sweet and always impressive and inflated to accompany the coffee after a bite of egg, egg I mean, to lose a little breathing through the spicy red or green. There
not pass the time, compared to the seawall where the kid thrown into the sea, and not 20 cents but for 10 pesos, the immortal danzón, the champolas strawberry, chocolate, and the largest bar stands imponente a lo largo de la inmensidad que es la costera, de fondo el Colas a ritmo de arpa y la brisa única del mar.
La estatua de Agustín Lara marcaba el fin de la zona habitada, hoy lo engalana, la casa abandonada en forma de piano donde niños entrabamos saltando la barda hoy es un museo y un restaurante bar con música y olor a cigarro del flaco de oro. En la casona de la Condesa, la crema innata del puerto, Villa Rica y su música Cubana. Del Hostal de Cortez solo el recuerdo frente al salón fantasmal de Villa del Mar que deja escuchar la música donde al asomarse al interior pueden evocarse los grandes bailes de todas las tardes a ritmo de Oscar de León o de la Santanera. Mocambo en pie, remodelándose, todavía con la block ventilation technique corrugated blank, Boca del Rio and the roundabout of the flyers, the Plaza Galleries in the background. Female endless running with the iPod attached to the arm, that is not here in the parks, Gold Coast, something else. Zaragoza
The park remains the same as when we were on a bicycle with his cousins, the aunt who managed to eat vegetables is as pretty as ever, hard, but equally loving with his skinny, Tsar of frogs, Uncle Jack already is not, cuddles, the holiday of the year when I hit the refresh coastal gave me pneumonia, the talk in the street with chairs on the sidewalk, singing the branch on New Year's holiday stories that sprout memories and joy a happy childhood, very happy. The island of sacrifice is again open, the stones of the bay have not been moved, the conchal hope still exists.
The sanborcito always full, beach football, including tales of witchcraft and the sale of daughters to pirates still give the dream to the port, which like New York with its Empire State welcomes ships with Emporio and Navy, San Juan de Ulua also observed along with the Aquarium.
Upon returning after so many years, the saying goes:
... .. "I told the Holy Father and he said aloud, just Veracruz is beautiful and its capital Jalapa" ... ...
Author: 03-2006-031713105000-01
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