Hunter Cafe has closed its doors, which only entered the memories of yesteryear. Besides the tables, but no longer chat payos and bullfighters, but with it just passes, fades a great piece of history. Hence the brewing kepis pronouncements, the manes and pencils recited verses fixed profiles. That echoed the verses and musical iridescent Cuenca, Odes Sierra virile and robust, the impregnated hendecasyllables kisses Flores, the first coos Peza ideal passion, the skeptics triplets de Acuña, laughter esproncedianas Plaza and melancholic Negrete Pepe quartets. It was the nest of bohemian, a bit of excitement and hope. I would set on your heads a tombstone that read:
Here whispered conspiracy and flapped the dream.
Amado Nervo, January 21, 1900
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