New York: Y ahora ya soy dueño del puente de Brooklyn

If you manage Spanish and haven't yet read this poem by Luis García Montero, do!

I learned to love New York when I was 18 and had no idea what it was. My first time on the subway I convinced myself that I had been pick-pocketed. Turns out I had left my wallet at home. I had a dollar in my pocket, got off at Canal, bought an asian pear and walked back to Brooklyn, crossing that sexy bridge. I make a point of crossing it each time I'm in New York. I'm sure that when I live there that I'll never use it again. For now I'm going to revel in its literary mystique.