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Como mañá teño que visitar unha empresa que está algo lonxe, fun alugar un coche de véspera ao sitio habitual. Foi un día intenso, de moito tecolear, e cando me sentei ao volante decidín roubar un respiro e liscar quilómetros: puxen proa ao leste no panel de mandos do fiesta, porque tiña gana de ver o mar.
A estrada era estreita e silenciosa, e ao chegar ao primeiro aparcadoiro fronte a auga botei pé a terra. O recendo dos sargazos, a torre da central térmica de longannet, o longo paseo ao sol frío da ribeira, as aves lonxanas beliscando a area, os chíos dos carráns, a máquina de fotos sen batería, a soidade… iso é culross, unha aldeíña feituca onde os nenos xogan e os maiores beben cervexa na taberna.
Iso é culross, e eu aí vin caer a tarde.