6. Wandering too, and in a similar mood, I came to Madison Square Park. An organ-grinder had stationed himself
and his monkey beneath a magnolia tree radiant with enormous creamy blossoms, each petal a cup of sunlight. He was surrounded by children, nannies, and white-veiled prams looking like mobile wedding cakes. Everyone in the park was with someone. Even the organ- grinder had a furry friend. Loneliness crept over me despite his cheerful tune. ME AJUDEM NA 6 E NA 7 POR FAVORTay está aguardando sua ajuda, Clique aqui para responder.