viernes, enero 28, 2005


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Este es el cuadro elegido para nuestros primeros relatos.
Antes de que finalice el próximo mes de Febrero,los tendreis publicados y para entonces, esperamos contar con vuestras opiniones.

5 comentarios:

  1. Alice

    Those men’s room really stink. Worst than those truckdriver´s motels on route 66. Burbank, south of Chicago, gosh, down and out. Jobless. No future. 80 bucks on my pocket. What am I doing here?
    I’m not the kind of guy I would go out with. I might hurt her too much. On the other hand, she is quite the way I am. I just met her yesterday, in this same cafee. Poor girl. Nice midwestern farm girl. Too many films. Pregnant from the pump station boy. No help from anyone on the village. Search of a better life in town. How many broken dreams herself too.
    Terrible room she has. Dump and dirty for a thousand years, though she tried to scrach all the past from the crumbling walls. No photos, just ‘Gone with the Wind’ on the drawers top. Her only coat, her only hat. Contrasting colours, bought in a moment she wanted to express an optimism on life. Though life has not respond to it.
    24, typist on an office, ‘till yesterday. Weekly pay. Just enough for the room, the bus, and teh take away on the corner chinese.
    Yesterday night she was trying to forget she had been fired, talking to me, a stranger trying to get warm in this end-of-the-road cafee.
    Downs and outs warm up together. We spent the night doing so. Half of it with our words, the other half with our skins. I run away early in the daylight, trying not to infringe my mood on her. Looking for a job all day, somewhere I could keep warm and eat. My hand isn’t able to write anymore the way she used to. I shall look for anything on the sidewalk. As long as I take the final decision to quit it all.
    I’m not the kind of guy I would go out with. I might hurt her too much. Why did I come back to this same caffee? Why has she too? In search of the warmth we share last night? It’s her local, but on me there must be a purpose. She entered while I was at the men’s, at the far end of this long and bare godless coffee room. Two bucks for the coffees if I order one. I rather buy her out something to crunch and eat it upstairs. Another night with her. Sharing our solitudes, sharing no future, sharing nothing..., we haven’t even love left to share. Nothing, just 80 bucks on my pocket, and her noisy pipes. Sharing all w’ve got.

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