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He walked around the city enjoying the suffering that the heat gave him. He was sweating while he felt like he was the owner of the deserted streets now empty and full of sun heat silence and siesta. Televisions warned that it was not advisable to expose oneself to the temperatures of the “central hours of the day” but Paco awaited those four in the afternoon with contained anxiety with the anticipation of knowing he was master of the world. Five minutes before four in the afternoon he would wet his face dress comfortably and move towards the door to face the afternoon heat. For years he had dedicated himself to these walks with pleasure despite the wet clothes despite the advice and despite the logic: he simply liked them and did not want to abandon them.
He looked for the Main Street and headed around the park with a calm step knowing that the sweat was waiting for him a few meters further just when he crossed in front of the Church of the Trinity the first drops would slide down his forehead and with them would come calm and the calm of summer. It was his summer the summer of his entire solitary life that came every year and allowed him to find the same trees in the park UAE Phone Number the same deserted streets the same kiosks asleep under the lead sunshade without a soul without a soul. child who screamed: with no one only with the city temporarily abandoned to nap and oblivion. Year after year between and Paco's steps recovered his memories wet with sweat without taking a break without looking for sources without giving himself a break without mercy for his own fatigue.
He came home soaked with his shirt in a puddle with his hair stuck to his forehead and with a fierce tiredness inhabiting his bones but happy. There were already more than thirty years of walks since his young twenties dedicated to getting to know a city that he had given to him because the others turned their backs on him when his stones were attacked by the sun. Paco knew what no one else knew about the buildings about the thirsty trees longing for the cool of the night; He knew about lights and chiaroscuros that no one else had seen he knew corners where the smell clung to the shadowy earth unable to withstand the sun's rays; He had seen the dogs seek shelter in the park's bushes and the birds gasp unable to cool down until they fell unconscious on the floor of the walk.
He looked for the Main Street and headed around the park with a calm step knowing that the sweat was waiting for him a few meters further just when he crossed in front of the Church of the Trinity the first drops would slide down his forehead and with them would come calm and the calm of summer. It was his summer the summer of his entire solitary life that came every year and allowed him to find the same trees in the park UAE Phone Number the same deserted streets the same kiosks asleep under the lead sunshade without a soul without a soul. child who screamed: with no one only with the city temporarily abandoned to nap and oblivion. Year after year between and Paco's steps recovered his memories wet with sweat without taking a break without looking for sources without giving himself a break without mercy for his own fatigue.
He came home soaked with his shirt in a puddle with his hair stuck to his forehead and with a fierce tiredness inhabiting his bones but happy. There were already more than thirty years of walks since his young twenties dedicated to getting to know a city that he had given to him because the others turned their backs on him when his stones were attacked by the sun. Paco knew what no one else knew about the buildings about the thirsty trees longing for the cool of the night; He knew about lights and chiaroscuros that no one else had seen he knew corners where the smell clung to the shadowy earth unable to withstand the sun's rays; He had seen the dogs seek shelter in the park's bushes and the birds gasp unable to cool down until they fell unconscious on the floor of the walk.