small small beginning

How many dawns chill from his rippling rest
The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him
Shedding white rings of tumult building high
Over the chained bay waters Liberty

Esto va por un puente lejano 'in Auster's City of Glass'.
Things to do: Read City of Glass, Listen to The Cure.
Admirables fuentes de inspiración en todos vosotros.
Extiendo el brazo hacia allá.