Con las maletas recién deshechas y un pequeño mapa en las manos, se decidió a pasear por el famoso SoHo.
Todo era tan grande como pensaba: las calles anchas donde la gente caminaba ajenas a si era peatonal o no, los edificios grandes y repletos de escaleras de emergencia, las tiendas variopintas donde se mezclaba la crema de cacahuetes con la tortilla de patatas importada.
Tenía una pinta un poco afrancesada con esa boina roja, pero su sueño desde pequeñita era pasear por New York con una boina roja, y ahora que era adulta no iba a romperle el corazón a su parte enana.
Se miraba en los reflejos de los escaparates y sonreía observando a través de los cristales las barberías que hasta ese momento solo había visto en las películas, con su chisme redondo bicolor girando a toda velocidad.
Ya casi eran las ocho, las farolas de Manhattan empezaban a encenderse en ese frío mes de febrero. Fue al cruzar la calle Cincuenta cuando lo vió al otro lado, observando un minúsculo mapa de metro a la luz de su movil.
¿Como era posible? con lo grande que era el mundo... ¿encontrarselo precisamente a él?
Se miraron a los ojos a eso de las siete y cincuenta y dos en la acera de la izquierda de la calle cincuenta y no pudieron evitar sentir en los oídos el latido rompedor de sus corazónes.
El mundo era grande, pero no tanto.
As soon as she unpacked all her luggage she took over her little map and decided to walk along the famous Soho.
Everything was as big as she thought: big wide streets where people walk without paying attention if there was any traffic or not, the big buildings full of emergency stairs, the shops as diverse as their content from peanut butter to imported Spanish omelette...
She had kind of a French look, with her red beret. But her dream since she was a child was to stroll along New York with a red beret. Now as an adult she was not meant to her heart to her younger self.
She stared her reflection as it appeared in the shops showcases. She smiled as she look through the crystal of a barber shop like one she had seen so many times on the movies, with it small multi-colour thingy that was spinning at full speed.
It was almost eight, the streetlights of Manhattan started to get light up the streets in that cold February. She was about to cross the 50th when she saw him on the other side, staring to a tinny subway map lit by his cell phone.
How was that possible? Knowing how big is the world. She had to bump into him?
They look each other in the eye. It was eight to eight en the left side of the 50th St when they could not avoid to hear the deafening sound of each other heart, pumping.
The world was big but not that much.
Tenía una pinta un poco afrancesada con esa boina roja, pero su sueño desde pequeñita era pasear por New York con una boina roja, y ahora que era adulta no iba a romperle el corazón a su parte enana.
Se miraba en los reflejos de los escaparates y sonreía observando a través de los cristales las barberías que hasta ese momento solo había visto en las películas, con su chisme redondo bicolor girando a toda velocidad.
Ya casi eran las ocho, las farolas de Manhattan empezaban a encenderse en ese frío mes de febrero. Fue al cruzar la calle Cincuenta cuando lo vió al otro lado, observando un minúsculo mapa de metro a la luz de su movil.
¿Como era posible? con lo grande que era el mundo... ¿encontrarselo precisamente a él?
Se miraron a los ojos a eso de las siete y cincuenta y dos en la acera de la izquierda de la calle cincuenta y no pudieron evitar sentir en los oídos el latido rompedor de sus corazónes.
El mundo era grande, pero no tanto.
As soon as she unpacked all her luggage she took over her little map and decided to walk along the famous Soho.
Everything was as big as she thought: big wide streets where people walk without paying attention if there was any traffic or not, the big buildings full of emergency stairs, the shops as diverse as their content from peanut butter to imported Spanish omelette...
She had kind of a French look, with her red beret. But her dream since she was a child was to stroll along New York with a red beret. Now as an adult she was not meant to her heart to her younger self.
She stared her reflection as it appeared in the shops showcases. She smiled as she look through the crystal of a barber shop like one she had seen so many times on the movies, with it small multi-colour thingy that was spinning at full speed.
It was almost eight, the streetlights of Manhattan started to get light up the streets in that cold February. She was about to cross the 50th when she saw him on the other side, staring to a tinny subway map lit by his cell phone.
How was that possible? Knowing how big is the world. She had to bump into him?
They look each other in the eye. It was eight to eight en the left side of the 50th St when they could not avoid to hear the deafening sound of each other heart, pumping.
The world was big but not that much.
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