Chapter One: He adored New York. The idolized immensely ... ah, no, it is better to "the mythologizing of proportion, here! For him, whatever the season this was still a city that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great George Gershwin reasons ... eeeh, no, let me start again ...
Chapter One: He was too romantic about Manhattan, as he was about everything else. Force was in the hectic bustle of the crowds and traffic. For him, New York meant beautiful women, smart guys who parivano broken any navigation ... eh, no, stale stuff because of taste ... mmm In short, come on, a bit busy 'more! Again ...
Chapter One: He adored New York. For him it was a metaphor for the decadence of contemporary culture. The same lack of individual integrity that leads many people to seek easy ways was rapidly transforming the city of his dreams ... will not be too provocative? So, let us look at him, I have to sell the book!
Capitolo primo: Adorava New York, anche se per lui era una metafora della decadenza della cultura contemporanea. Com'era difficile vivere in una società desensibilizzata dalla droga, dalla musica tutto volume, televisione, immondizia, troppo arrabbiato... non devo essere arrabbiato...
Capitolo primo: Era duro e romantico come la città che amava. Dietro i suoi occhiali dalla montatura nera, acquattata ma pronta al balzo la potenza sessuale di una tigre, no aspetta ci sono...
New York era la sua città e lo sarebbe sempe stata.
Woody Allen in Manhattan
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