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Margareth

Margareth era orgogliosa del suo lavoro e della posizione raggiunta. E le persone che la conoscevano erano favorevolmente concordi nel ritenerla una brava consulente finanziaria, con in più una qualità difficilmente definibile con esattezza, e che i suoi clienti più perspicaci identificavano in una specie di meravigliosa certezza che ciò che si andava decidendo in merito o alla diversificazione dei titoli di un portafoglio o ad un geniale pick-up avrebbe avuto un sicuro successo.

A lenti passi, si avvicinò all'ampia vetrata del suo ufficio, al 30° -  ed anche ultimo - piano dell’ HSBC Tower, 452 Fifth Avenue, New York: durante la notte il vento aveva spazzato il cielo da tutte le nuvole, e la vista era magnifica. Allora, come aveva fatto altre volte, prese dalla scrivania una chiave, chiuse dietro di sé la porta dell'ufficio, fece di corsa le due rampe di scala e poi - due giri nella serratura ed una spinta - irruppe sul terrazzo!

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Margareth

Bryant ParkMargareth was proud of her work and of her position. And the people who knew her were in favor of seeing her as a good financial consultant, with a quality that could hardly be precisely defined, and that her most discerning clients identified in a kind of wonderful certainty that what was being decided about or diversification of the securities of a portfolio or a brilliant pick-up would have been a sure success.

With slow steps, she approached the large window of his office, at the 30th - and even last - floor of HSBC Tower, 452 Fifth Avenue, New York: during the night the wind had swept the sky from all the clouds, and the view was magnificent.
Then, as he had done before, she took a key from the desk, closed the office door behind him, ran up the two flights of stairs and then - two turns in the lock and a push - went out onto the terrace!

Now nothing stood in front of her eyes and, satisfied, she could look up to the Hudson to the left, to the East River to the right and, behind him, to all the Central Park to the north,... and beyond, and beyond! Then, as always, her gaze slowly receded, retracing the previous vision backwards, until she pinned herself on Bryant Park just below her: New Yorker for generations, she loved her city, and in particular she loved that meadow which today shone like a face well polished of an enormous emerald.
The Bryant Park!... Always well cared for and clean, with all those chairs and tables under the plants arranged around the rectangle of green lawn, where she went to read, or consume fast food, or at other times simply to lie down and sunbathe with her feet barefoot on the grass.
And then, in winter, all November and December, that ice rink, the Winter Village, and those shops with yellow, green, multicolored glass windows, where you can buy everything, useful and useless, a drink, a coffee, a snack, or a nice souvenir. Or even go and get your favorite book from the adjacent New York Public Library, then read it sitting on one of the many chairs available, for example, next to the statue of William C. Bryant !, poet and journalist, or next to the circular fountain , or in one of the shady alleys around the park, or in full light in the park.

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Bryant Park

Margareth était fière de son travail et de sa position. Et les personnes qui la connaissaient étaient favorables à la voir comme une bonne consultante financière, avec une qualité difficile à définir avec précision, et que ses clients les plus perspicaces trouvaient avec une sorte de certitude merveilleuse que ce qui était décidé la diversification des titres d'un portefeuille ou une reprise brillante aurait été un succès certain.
À pas lents, il s’approcha de la grande fenêtre de son bureau, au 30e et même dernier étage de la tour HSBC, située au 452 Fifth Avenue, à New York: pendant la nuit, le vent avait balayé le ciel de tous les nuages ​​et la vue était magnifique.  
Puis, comme il l'avait fait auparavant, il prit une clé dans le bureau, ferma la porte du bureau derrière lui, monta les deux escaliers puis, deux tours dans la serrure et une poussée, sortit sur la terrasse!
Maintenant, plus rien ne se tenait devant ses yeux et, satisfait, il pouvait lever les yeux sur l'Hudson à gauche, sur l'East River à droite et, derrière lui, sur tout le parc central au nord... et au-delà, et au-delà! Puis, comme toujours, son regard se rétracta lentement, revenant en arrière sur la vision précédente, jusqu'à ce qu'il s'immobilise à Bryant Park juste en dessous d'elle: New Yorker depuis des générations, il aimait sa ville, et en particulier celui de la prairie qui brillait aujourd'hui comme un visage bien poli d'une énorme émeraude.