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sometimes I'm out walking aimlessly. Optimally, it has rained for the grass of the parks and gardens through insinuation that aroma that evokes many times better, not necessarily the past, only one time, playing time and homesickness, smoke times and sky with clouds, a time when the important thing is to let take it away: that slight cold feeling, that warm embrace wet urban city in which no more rain.

Although sometimes happens that instead of the rain there is sun, summer or winter night scenes that also has its charm, its own flavor.

When there are sun colors. My Mexico City is reborn from the ashes and is returning to what it has always been: beautiful easy and amazing contrast.

the evening so there are puzzles. Raised the mysteries that give the traveler raw material, after the light window of a house or under those lights in the distance appeared to be a sanatorium (which ended up being a bar), start trying to solve. Smoke. It gets shade. Find alliance prying eyes. Ask no daylight. Until some time out of the street into your home.

But for me the best is the drizzle.

here is not just Edinburgh. How

Madrid would be easier to have it? How

Santiago? How

Montreal?

I do sometimes write stories located in Montreal. I know Montreal. People I know who have been in Montreal after I wrote asking them to let me ask what lived there but I never respond. I suppose they ever will. Although it has been over 10 months of the last time I requested information. Montreal

What is a suspect and a game.

Edith lives in Montreal. Orlando gets a little by chance, a bit of study, as much out of boredom. They meet and begin to build bridges and then I go beyond the rue Sainte-Catherine, the Pointe-aux-Prairies, jazz, the St. Lawrence River, the Brutopia, the Hochelaga Archipelago, the Île des Soeurs, Île Bizard, Île Sainte-Hélène, the Biosphere interactive museum, I go beyond all those places and not fictitious, invisible and unknown and no, I know mine because they know Edith and Orlando's own, I know as much as the photographs themselves from google images I may.

I do not know if he wanted to travel to Montreal.

prefer Paradise (Tabasco). Prefiero La Paz (Baja California). I prefer any Latin American city. Some not so famous Honduras. And then the Ecuadorian. End in Bolivia. In the ports of Chile. And then my brothers who now reside in Paris invited me alone with the firm intention of giving up in Lisbon.

raining. In Montreal it rains and gets Edith Amoureuse, Claude Bolling piece that reminds me of it (ie I do recall it, form it makes me). But she gets to remind Orlando, the evening she met him at Promenade Bellerive. She prepares a sandwich. She puts on perfume. Has been going to the movies with a friend at 8. Leaving the film will have stopped raining and the street will remain moist. The gardens lay off wet grass smell. Confused memories are intermingled.