Voy | Gritando Por La Calle

The man paused, his hand on the window frame. For a second, the silence of the city felt fragile, like it might shatter. Then, surprisingly, the man let out a short, sharp bark of a laugh. "Barely! Go home, you lunatic!"

Elias looked up, a manic grin plastered on his face. "I'm alive, Antonio!" he guessed at the name. "Are you?" Voy Gritando por la Calle

By the time he reached his own front door, his voice was a raspy ghost of itself. His throat burned, and his neighbors surely thought he’d had a breakdown. But as he turned the key in the lock, the weight in his chest was gone. The street was silent again, but the air still felt like it was ringing. The man paused, his hand on the window frame