Usted buscó: ripe (Tagalo - Inglés)

the ripe fruits in the garden
the ripe fruits in the garden

at midnight the cafÉ was crowded. by some chance the little table at which i sat had escaped the eye of incomers, and two vacant chairs at it extended their arms with venal hospitality to the influx of patrons. and then a cosmopolite sat in one of them, and i was glad, for i held a theory that since adam no true citizen of the world has existed. we hear of them, and we see foreign labels on much luggage, but we find travellers instead of cosmopolites. i invoke your consideration of the scene - the marble-topped tables, the range of leather-upholstered wall seats, the gay company, the ladies dressed in demi-state toilets, speaking in an exquisite visible chorus of taste, economy, opulence or art, the sedulous and largess-loving garçons, the music wisely catering to all with its raids upon the composers; the mélange of talk and laughter - and, if you will, the würzburger in the tall glass cones that bend to your lips as a ripe cherry sways on its branch to the beak of a robber jay. i was told by a sculptor from mauch chunk that the scene was truly parisian.
at midnight the cafÉ was crowded. by some chance the little table at which i sat had escaped the eye of incomers, and two vacant chairs at it extended their arms with venal hospitality to the influx of patrons. and then a cosmopolite sat in one of them, and i was glad, for i held a theory that since adam no true citizen of the world has existed. we hear of them, and we see foreign labels on much luggage, but we find travellers instead of cosmopolites. i invoke your consideration of the scene - the marble-topped tables, the range of leather-upholstered wall seats, the gay company, the ladies dressed in demi-state toilets, speaking in an exquisite visible chorus of taste, economy, opulence or art, the sedulous and largess-loving garçons, the music wisely catering to all with its raids upon the composers; the mélange of talk and laughter - and, if you will, the würzburger in the tall glass cones that bend to your lips as a ripe cherry sways on its branch to the beak of a robber jay. i was told by a sculptor from mauch chunk that the scene was truly parisian.