A long walk at night

Se presentaba un largo paseo después de la velada de play-station con los amigos. Un poquito borracho, con más de media hora de camino por delante, me despedí de los afortunados que viven al lado, y comencé a andar, buscando mi discman y escuchando el "hagnesta hill" de Kent. Me pongo los guantes, e, inmediatamente, pienso: ¡Vamos!, Victor, no es para tanto, y me los quité. Pasé por un termómetro: 9º C, efectivamente, no es tanto frío, me siento en bancos a descansar, otras veces he hecho todo el camino de un tirón y al día siguiente me ha pasado factura. Sigo oyendo a Kent, llega Visslaren, aquella que cierra el disco: 7:47 minutos de épica, como 747, la que cerraba "Isola", silbo la melodía de voz: no puedo cantar, desgraciadamente, es en sueco, silbo el solo de guitarra, se acaba la canción, rebobino de nuevo para oir el final otra vez; las calles van pasando, Doctor Esquerdo (larga cuesta...), me siento de nuevo, incluso escribo algo en mi diario, intento escribir en finés, escribo algo, pero muy sencillo, no me acuerdo como se dice "estar sentado" da igual, lo escribo en castellano, me remito a mi escrito sobre estar entre 2 mares. De nuevo....; Goya, me siento enfrente del Palacio de los Deportes, se me cruza gente, poca a esas horas de la noche; Conde de Peñalver, Don Ramón de la Cruz y por fin, General Pardiñas. Estoy en casa. Son casi las 4 en punto. Me ha llevado unos 45 minutos llegar.



Along walk was predicted after the play-station evening with my friends. A little bit drunk, with more than half an hour walking ahead. I said goodbye to the fortunate that live near, and I started walking, looking for my discman and listening to "hagnesta hill" from Kent. I put on my gloves and, inmediately, I thought "Come on! Victor, it is not that cold!!, and I took off them. I passed by a thermometer : 9ºC degrees, of course, it was not so cold, I sat down in some benches to rest, in the past, sometimes it took its toll the following day. I continued, listening to Kent, it the turn to Visslaren, the very last one of the cd, 7:47 minutes of epic, like 747, the end of "Isola", I whistle along the melody's voice: I cannot sing, unfortunately, it is swedish, I also whistle along the guitar solo, the song ends, I rewind it again to listen to the end one more time; the streets fall one after another: Doctor Esquerdo (long uphill....), I sat down again, I even wrote something in my diary, I tried to write something in finnish, I couldn't, I don't remember how to say "sit", it doesn't matter, I wrote it in castellano, I referred to my writing about being between two seas. Once again.....; Then Goya street, I sat down opposite to the brand new Sports Palace, there are some people walking in the streets, not so many at that time; Conde de Peñalver street, Don Ramón de la Cruz, and finally, General Pardiñas. I am at home. It's almost 4 o'clock. It took me something like 45 minutes to arrive.