The Sound of London

When the silence is broken, a rhythmic sound fills the air. It’s one, two, three… an uncountable number of trains running along railways that cross and pass through the streets, above and below, just like the arrows going through the body of Saint Sebastian.

On the other hand, a lighter, more melodious sound fills the air across the plazas, squares, and streets. There are more musicians playing instruments and people singing.

There are other sounds, which are the heartbeat of hearts, but those sounds are inside each person's life.

 There are other sounds, which are the heartbeat of hearts, but those sounds are inside each person's life. 

ADIOS BOLIGRAFO

 Adiós, bolígrafo.

Te agradezco mucho tu suave comportamiento con mi mano, que ha permitido expresar de forma gráfica mis ideas, mis intenciones, proyectos, dudas y decisiones.

Te agradezco tu bondad, el haber consumido tu tinta sin pedir nada a cambio.

 Gracias, bolígrafo, has sido útil en mi vida.