Praise of the street

Before the junkie was in a tracksuit and now he roams around in pajamas.

Today a teenager who does not leave his room is much more dangerous than another who is out there all day.

Because the sidewalk, the park, the arcades and the neighborhood were a bit like death in the eighties and now they are precisely the only possible remedy.

To turn off.

Unplug.

Get out there.

Blessed streets.

Maybe going down to the street is not going up to heaven.

But at least it is seeing it

, raising your head, contemplating it, staying there for a while safe, which it is.

I remember those endless trips in which, in the back of the Simca 1200, you were watching the cereal fields go by, the outskirts of the city, the factories, the nighttime skyline of Madrid approaching, the raindrops racing on the glass .

Today you can cross Patagonia by car, cross the most beautiful of the cliffs or the banks of the Duero in autumn, which it is quite likely that the children behind have not even noticed.

Because they go with their eyes wide open, that is indisputable,

Being without being is a way of being, a hallmark of these times.

Before, if you were on the street, you were on the street.

There was no catch.

Now, if they don't leave the room, surely no one is inside.

The fact is that more criminals fit behind a liquid screen than in an old billiard.

There are more razors on Twitter than on all the benches in your park.

It is not a mere play on words.

It's what the experts say: the danger of getting hurt is much more likely and more real, send more kids to therapy.

The street was the same as trading cards, now scabs on the knees, now shop windows, and the smell of freshly cut or freshly smoked grass, and saying no on every corner, and always getting wet, and indeed, now daring, and kiss.

The street.

Better: the streets.

Better still: yours,

Today it is not uncommon for the street to be that space where a handful of boys and girls meet each other to see their mobile, yes.

Silent.

Cloudy.

With your head down.

Very close to each other and very far away.

Just like when they are totally alone in the room.

They only lack the pajamas.

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