"When you don't know if it's too late or too early"

No one is seen on the streets. Even the taxis to go home have disappeared. The night attire proves insufficient against the breeze blowing on the beach, regardless of it already being summer. Her hair long ago lost its usual, more rested shape. It still has the sweat of people impregnated, the noisy atmosphere of the room. The colored lights that blinded her from the ceiling have given way to the first rays of sun. Tiredness makes her look, almost mesmerized, at a calm sea, without the hustle and bustle that will devastate it in a few hours. When the memories of the night begin to light up with the damned sober lucidity, she sees a black and yellow dot approaching in the distance. With the little strength she has left, she gets up in zombie mode to greet him, hoping that the hat shining above him is, with luck, green.

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Author: Àlex Efa

Text: Cristina Martín Valbuena

Title: "When you don't know if it's too late or too early"

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