Tunnels of love,
Subterranean entrance,
headphones on, powerful playlist.
Ticket in the machine,
ticket out of the machine,
entrance open.
More stairs, going down,
boxing leg workout,
music, rhythm, corridor.
Visible train lines,
make me smile.
Maps as decoration,
and people waiting.
It´s a non-preferred hour,
middle-centric station,
not that crowded for now
A pigeon arrived in the corridor, walking.
She found something to eat.
Que cojones!
Alone and small not human at all,
yet imitating.
Doors open from the inside.
People go out,
visual contacts.
I enter, almost saluting.
Doors close, clank.
Headphones on.
A dog looks bored
and the kids around and some
other people,
including myself
keep admiring him.
Realizing I’m being rude,
I try to give the dog
some space
and as I look around
I observe people’s t-shirts,
interesting, cool,
unexpected.
Some of the t-shirt communicators
are shy,
there´s no hello! or complementing,
but each acknowledges
the other´s T-shirt
and analyze the print,
the graphics,
the content.
It takes a few seconds, and it´s followed by visual contact.
Occasionally it ends with smiling.
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