When English is your life you look forward to the late nights. The coffee and the bright lights are constant companions to the world that swims in my mind.
Pablo Neruda has a brief conversation with Miguel Algarin while Pinero was taken down through the Loisaira
And I here writing in this shady diner thinking of those before who fell in love with English.
+++ I wrote this in my head late one night during Fall Finals week.
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