La Calle - Voy Gritando Por

Windows began to slide open. A man in a bathrobe leaned out of a third-story flat, squinting into the dark. "Hey! Shut it!"

He started small. A low hum in the back of his throat as he passed the shuttered bakery. By the time he reached the park, the hum had sharpened into a whistle. But it wasn't enough. "I am here!" he suddenly shouted. Voy Gritando por la Calle

"¡Voy gritando por la calle!" he yelled to the empty balconies. Windows began to slide open

He went inside, leaving the echoes behind for the city to sweep up in the morning. If you'd like to continue the story, tell me: Should Elias on his walk? Voy Gritando por la Calle