On a day just as windy as today, just as jarring and temperamental, I met Alamara Gostev. The sun had risen above the unabashed tall buildings, carpeting an exhausted Manhattan with a blinding glimmer. Wary, as I always am of new people and circumstances, I pushed the door for Magnolia Cafe on 59th Street for …
I heard,it was a red moon the day you were bornThe sky, exalted, crushed the stars and spread them over the black oceanI heard, two of them took shelter in your eyes The day you were born,the waves inched closer to the land, to hear your first cryThe kites swam against the current and landed at the door where your motherheld you singing lullabies The …