Saio quince minutos tarde, logo de almorzar vendo o documental de Simon Biles e de ler unhas páxinas máis e máis do Resplandor, bo foi que foran só quince, ambos o libro e a serie enganchan e custoume soltalos. Ao sair polo portal o primeiro impulso foi botarme a apurar a mente e o paso para chegar o antes posible ao coche e comezar outro luns de mañá pasando a correr polas marabillas da vida, entón comecei a pensar iso de se morro mañá como podería sentirme por ter pasado pola beira do fermoso río sen adicarlle nin un só pensamento, nin unha soa mirada de agradecemento. Así que me serenei, baixei a presión do paso, comecei a fixarme nos sons fluviais, os paxaros, un camión cargando un contedor que pasa sobre a ponte. Un pato mírame de reollo mentres se afasta da beira nadando. Penso na xente que se deixou vencer pola vida e sinto unha completa empatía, eu mesmo podería estar aí sentado á porta do supermercado cunha lata de cervexa e un cacharro no que ir recollendo as esmolas. Non, non estou tan lonxe do que non foi o suficientemente forte, poderíalle pasar a calquera, tiven sorte de ter a familia que me tocou, a vida non nos dá a todos o mesmo. Así que me naceu un respecto profundo polo que está vencido, polo que se arrastra e só recibe miradas desviadas. E comecei a navegar o novo día esforzándome por saborear o aire, a luz e cada esperanza invisible que se cruza no meu camiño cando vou apurando o estrés.
I’m late
I left fifteen minutes late, after having breakfast watching the Simon Biles documentary and reading more and more pages of A Shining, it could have been more than fifteen, both the book and the series hooked me and I had a hard time letting them go. When I left the gate, the first impulse was to rush my mind and feet to get to the car as soon as possible and start another Monday morning by running through the wonders of life, then I started to think that if I die tomorrow, how would I feel about having passed by the bank of the beautiful river without giving it a single thought, not a single look of gratitude. So I calmed down, lowered the pressure of the passage, began to focus on the river sounds, the birds, a lorry carrying a container passing over the bridge. A duck steals a glance at me as it swims away. I think of the people who have let themselves be defeated by life and I feel complete empathy, I myself could be sitting there at the front of the supermarket with a can of beer and a tin in which to collect some coins. No, I’m not that far from those who weren’t strong enough, it could happen to anyone, I was lucky to have the appropriate family, life doesn’t deal the same to us all. So, a deep respect born inside me for who is defeated, for who crawls and only receives averted glances. And I began to navigate the new day striving to savor the air, the light and every invisible hope that crosses my path as I rush through the stress
abel abilheira 