quinta-feira, 3 de abril de 2014

It was twelve o'clock. Outside the street lights had already been turned off, so that the light from the café made a sharp, yellow rectangle on the sidewalk. The street was deserted, but inside the café there were half a dozen customers drinking beer or Santa Lucia wine or whisky.

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers, 1940

Nighthawks, Edward Hopper, 1942