October 02 2 008
The ways crossing (II). The Devil and I.
I began to walk towards Clarksdale on the narrow way that was passing parallel to the creek. The newly released night was warm and loaded with moisture. This fact joined through what he had just lived, was doing that I was feeling tired and empty without knowing very well what to think or for what to wait. The sensation was how is life in the eye of a tornado: a calm and calm waiting which all my world was changing violently any minute now. Este hecho, sumado a lo que acababa de vivir, hacía que me sintiese cansado y vacío sin saber muy bien qué pensar o qué esperar. La sensación era como estar en el ojo de un tornado: una tranquila y apacible espera de que todo mi mundo cambiase violentamente de un momento a otro.
This way I strolled around a little bit, how so many other times, allowing me to go for the ways sometimes straight, sometimes serpenteantes, always dusty. He enjoyed covering them.
