The cool nights of summer nights has given way to the dance of the leaves in the wind and the rain water. A strong smell of salt and winter arriving from near and wild sea permeates everything. It brings an old north wind that blows in the corners, under the sheets that cover rusty bicycles, on the tic-tac of the centennial clocks to mark the hours ... no runs stays empty and his hat politely, it goes to where he came in search of others to pick up litter.
In the garden at the back, echoing and distant echoes of the debates, literature, politics, customs, insurance will now be the cafes blaring capital letters to dupe young aspiring anarchists glory, more more ephemeral and of poor quality.
The three chairs vacuous now, back to bear, insurance, famous backside with the heat wave. The pundits always occupy the same. In fact, which is cut, usually set a renowned jurist, author of prestige and illustrious man of the republic. Since everyone knows that what is " tertuliea " in summer, is conceived in the autumn and winter stop (either law, novel or essay) Each has its place. Now that chair also supports the spray stoically in the rain is here waiting to recover a role in another picture or be the seat of some great idea.
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