jueves, 28 de abril de 2011

Un árbol crece en Brooklyn

"The one tree in Francie's yard was neither a pine nor a hemlock. It had pointed leaves which grew along green switches which radiated from the bough and made a tree which looked like a lot of opened green umbrellas. Some people called it the Tree of Heaven. No matter where its seed fell, it made a tree which struggled to reach the sky. It grew in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps and it was the only tree that grew out of cement. It grew lushly, but only in the tenement districts".

1 comentario:

  1. Ese libro es imprescindible! Como consigue hablar del paso de la infancia a la adolescencia, eso es lo que más me gustó.