I used to run.
Often I ran.
I ran in Getafe.
You probably don’t know what it is like to run in Getafe alone at night.
This is not me bragging.
Spring and summer nights were yours truly’s favourite.
I went once to a concert in Madrid.
Big one that was. Alone on a summer night.
And so, I wanted to run.
I often remember how…
I made this Spanish boy walk the whole town with me.
He thought it was fascinating.
And then we broke up.
I rang my dad later to tell him
That my legs were, in fact
Falling to walk me back ~ home.
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