A small ride

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The clinking of the glasses is echoed in the kitchen. You’re sitting on the couch with your roommates, watching TV, relaxing. Today you decide to leave soon, like to go for a walk before entering class. You get up from the sofa slowly and after you put de foot, stretch you how long you are, your muscles are complaining under the skin, stretching after some time relaxed. You look towards the clock that is located on the wall opposite, there is still time and a half so that they begin classes, so you decide to go to your room to start preparing yourself.

Ten minutes after you are looking at in the mirror that is opposite the main door. Your reflection of returns an intense gaze and a half smile is drawn on his face; you return it is, giving you the finishing touches on the hair before leaving. Your eyes are tired after all day with the eyes fixed on paper, underlining words without register, rereading lines again, looking for the most important thing to do your job. Now relax a little letting your imagination fly, disconnecting everything a bit. Low stairs slowly while you take the helmets hanging from your neck and you put them over your ears. You’re looking at mobile without paying much attention to what extends in front of you. You extend a hand to catch the cold iron knob and turn it clockwise. You’re so self-absorbed screen mobile to nearly collide with one elderly woman who enters at the same time as you out. You hikes a second view to mumble a “good afternoon” while forces a smile to fasten the door to her. You stay there, smiling at her, while the woman passes by your side and without turning to penalties, goodbye to you with a slight nod while it goes away down the Hall. You look at it go slowly up the stairs and you can’t help think how you will be in a few years. You run out the door looking at your reflection in the window of a car parked in front of the portal. You look at your gray hair and your face full of wrinkles. Place behind the ear that rebellious lock that cover you one eye and follow your path. It may in a few years that your appearance.

You remember that you carry even the headphones and go back to dive on the screen of the mobile phone in the music folder. After several minutes the music echoes in your ears, stunning the world. Your steps are automated to the underground line 6. Your favorite song begins to sound, you see the world of another color, and people passing by your side seem to carry the same rate as your heart. Inevitably a smile appears on your face. You are in your world, your reality and there everything is perfect. You see buildings, the road, the leaves of the trees most brilliant as if they gave you welcomes you to this parallel world that is created in your mind when you isolate yourself from the present. Your imagination begins to fly, to create stories that carry your music as a soundtrack, you swell chest filled with a joy that does not know where it comes from, but that makes you feel powerful.

Without giving you account, get to the mouth of underground and low stairs giving small jumps. You enter through the gate of iron and glass pushing it with force because it weighs enough and look with a bit of shyness to your around, people stopped to look at you, without give you account had begun to dance; you stop dry and try to appear normal, but inside yourself you are agitated. You pass by lathe and direct you to the platform. There you sit in one of those hard stone benches, your foot moves to the rhythm of an epic music, drums and trumpets resonate in your mind. On the opposite platform, you see a well dressed man, blonde hair, shoulders, seems quite high, fine features, straight nose and deep blue eyes that are lost in the screen of the cell phone holding in one hand, while on the other it has a black briefcase: executive probably. Something distracts your attention, a deafening ROAR mutes the music during a time. You look to both sides to discover that through the tunnel on your right get a whitish smoke and fire. The heart you speeds up and you get foot instinctively. Again echoes that ROAR that crosses you the eardrum. Suddenly, from the mouth of the underground are a huge mouth ajar, full of sharp fangs, amber eyes are stuck in you and you estremeces you. You look to your around but only you seem to see this magnificent being of brilliant green scales, sharp claws and long wings that barely fit in the underground. Dragon is set in a man, to follow his gaze you realize is that man blonde and good-looking that you had looked before, his clothes have changed: takes a few pants that stop silk, a blue Camisole and mobile carrying in hand has become a gleaming sword. Epic music still ringing in your ears while listening background clashing sword with sharp claws of the dragon. Suddenly, the music changes and with it, the dragon and the Prince disappear. You smile for you while you go to the train that has just arrived.

Going heading to Príncipe Pío. It is only one stop. You low and go to the platform that is just across the street. Everything around you seems to go at the pace fast and effusive song. The train arrives immediately, all go up quickly running, close the doors and back on track. Your breath is agitated, as if you’ll run a marathon. You grab a bar of iron with force you breathe through the nose, leaving your lungs to fill with air, while your breathing is reassuring and your chest up and down slowly. A drop of sweat runs along your forehead, hikes a hand to remove it, you only run one train to another and you’re so tired. The frenetic pace of the city you is absorbing, takes you to his quick passing, but you don’t want to let yourself go, you want to go quiet, at your own pace, to the beat of your own song.

You get to Plaza de España, let that hasty people step off the carriage in haste, without looking at the sides, no matter if on their way coil someone or not. Low trying to not hit people that rises and tries to get in the car. You start to overwhelm you, you imprison among them and not even realize. Fights against the current, push them, open you step and just when it is sounding the insistent beep that indicates that the doors are going to close, you get to put your feet on the hard floor of the platform. Tours you towards the doors that are closed with a scowling face, annoying and you try to fix your gaze of reproach in any of those impeding you step, but no one pays attention to you, all are too pending their mobile. Somewhat obfuscated, you lead your steps towards the escalators. Have you been tight fists on each side of your hips, without knowing very well why, are angry, feel run a sensation that you burn through your veins and music doesn’t help: more guitars, raging hype directed the beating of your heart, the voice of the singer who seems to understand your frustration and you whisper it to the ear. As you follow up the escalator on the way out of the street San Bernardo, your nerves are calming little by little, the rhythm of your steps dance with the song slow that envelops you in that moment, sweet, tender, making a sharp contrast to the previous one. A sense of relief full out and see the world through different eyes: formerly full of anger, now full of light after climbing the stairs you out of that underground place, that hell full of indifference, selfishness and lack of understanding. As if you’d been locked up for a long time in a small, dirty place, take fresh air that seems to renew energies.

You get to Plaza of Spain, let that hasty people step off the carriage in haste, without looking at the sides, no matter if on their way coil someone or not. Low trying to not hit people that rises and tries to get in the car. You start to overwhelm you, you imprison among them and not even realize. Fights against the current, push them, open you step and just when it is sounding the insistent beep that indicates that the doors are going to close, you get to put your feet on the hard floor of the platform. Tours you towards the doors that are closed with a scowling face, annoying and you try to fix your gaze of reproach in any of those impeding you step, but no one pays attention to you, all are too pending their mobile. Somewhat obfuscated, you lead your steps towards the escalators. Have you been tight fists on each side of your hips, without knowing very well why, are angry, feel run a sensation that you burn through your veins and music doesn’t help: more guitars, raging hype directed the beating of your heart, the voice of the singer who seems to understand your frustration and you whisper it to the ear. As you follow up the escalator on the way out of the street San Bernardo, your nerves are calming little by little, the rhythm of your steps dance with the song slow that envelops you in that moment, sweet, tender, making a sharp contrast to the previous one. A sense of relief full out and see the world through different eyes: formerly full of anger, now full of light after climbing the stairs you out of that underground place, that hell full of indifference, selfishness and lack of understanding. As if you’d been locked up for a long time in a small, dirty place, take fresh air that seems to renew energies.

You get up again, you already have little journey to reach the imposing edifice in which classes you teach. A choir of heavenly voices echoed in your ears. A little later, a woman stumbles with one piece of raised floor that is on the sidewalk, these protrusions that seem leghold traps and if you’re not careful and looking at the floor, your foot gets caught in one of them, making you stumble or fall. You’re going to get close to her to help her, but another girl with angel wings, white as snow, approaching before you and offers his hand to help her stand. You smile for you while raisins beside her dodging the soft feathers.

You get to the door of the building where you have classes. You have to enter when notes that someone get back, turning you and see the face of one elderly man with a leaf badly cut hands that look at you expectantly. In your ears echoes a melody of African rhythms that will transport you to the gran sabana. After that man a huge Lion, abundant hair hut you see walking down the street with a puppy dancing behind him following the huge tail of the father. The image fades while you’re removing you helmets. At the same time that the music disappears from your ears, the image that you saw after the older man also fades: the lion is turning into a man in his thirties and the puppy who goes after him a little boy clinging to his father’s hand with a broad smile on his face while his guard makes him tickling and jokes. Man you have opposite asks you on a nearby Street, fish Street. You settle slightly and indicate you as the direction to be followed can. Thanks you and follow the path that you have indicated. Meanwhile, you’re entering the building, climb the stairs and call the elevator. No longer gives you time to continue listening to music, so you get the Mobile Pocket of your jacket and turn it off. Suddenly a powerful silence takes hold of you. That is the reality in which you live, deafening noise everywhere, people hurry not looking to your around or stop a second. But fortunately, there are people who still enjoy their daily lives or they stop to help they have on the side. While these thoughts are swirling in your mind, the elevator doors open and salts to the hallway on the third floor, turning to the left and call ringer. You open, you’re going to class where you see any of your colleagues who have already arrived, you greetings and sit in one of the chairs. After removing the material and you’ve placed it on the table, you take off your helmet hanging from your neck and guards in the backpack.

As long as you have music and imagination you can turn the world into whatever you want.

 

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