More love to have and mountains to climb The fury to
succeed and the wearieness to succeed are skin deep in
Manhattan the give and the take! The push and the pull.. The fear of others pathetic
projections and the genuine objective of success one can taste… It can leave one
breatheless with joy or disgusted by others toxic objections and sorry for their own
lack of goals ! ..Breezes on the Hudson, lofty heights and extreme garbage in old
elegant midtown that at 6.30am can appear like the remants of last nights wild
party where the gate crashers took control! Oh my and sharp talking dudes, on
the upper west, clean food at “Caravan of dreams”.
All this can be had on just one day in Manhattan …Elegant women with handbag
dogs and yesterday’s garbage, still lingering as they skip lightly along 3rd and 9th
in their Arche shoes! Men looking for love and buying takeout…
Rice in many forms in very hip Brooklyn…
Live music on the East river and magical views of the Manhattan Bridge.
Clear days with the “the Lady of Freedom” and men from Montreal. Saddnes
and yet more unanswered questions that must be addressed on the subway
down town ..Wee little Italy reminding us of the old country… A Brazilian
Goddess’s offering fresh raspberry smoothies on East 17th with a look of
desperate hope and a need to get home to her mountains…Himalayan art
and more mountains to climb in the west village it is all there the bliss and
despair of life in New York….