‘Y allí, sentados
sobre las viejas maderas, nos dimos cuenta, siempre tendríamos algo en común,
aquel atardecer, aquella playa, y Nueva York apagándose a nuestras espaldas.’
'And there, sitting on old wood, we realized, we would always have something in common, that evening, that beach, and New York fading behind us.'
'And there, sitting on old wood, we realized, we would always have something in common, that evening, that beach, and New York fading behind us.'
