Monday, November 15, 2010

How Much Is A Scanner Cost?

Milan 04/09/2008

houses, roads, sidewalks, people, families, lives. And more houses, roads, sidewalks, trams, subways, restaurants, schools, public gardens, flower beds, dogs, street lamps and horse chestnuts.
and me that we do not know and live close by.
I feel you breathe at night over the wall, by day I feel your child playing and laughing. We crossed the street, go to the same supermarket, you and I that we do not know.
I live the apartment number 24, you at 25.
Who are you?

I go to university, I follow the lessons, library work, I sleep in my love, I come home, eat, smoke a cigarette, I sleep really, I look out the window. On the road heads walk, tram passes the yellow building on the horizon and cranes.
In our street there are no trees.
When you work late you buy a kebab and a Coke from the Arabs who have the corner store. I sometimes pass them to buy cigarettes and salt.

To take the subway to go downtown.
When I get off the ground, time stops. I do not watch the clock more, take the train and childbirth. Does not depend on me, but my sight is lost. With his mind back to last night at the party boring, to call his mother, the kiss that I gave. Then kiss the hand to the trip, the journey and the lessons that I will lose control on the agenda. I wake up from my thoughts because it passes a beggar with a child in her arms and a plastic cup in hand. I watch her baby in the face, eating a lollipop. He has red cheeks and thin. He looks at us all, one by one.

I'm in love, or I would not make it here to stay. Too many people. Every day I see thousands of new faces. Faces that hold the vacuum, fast walking, smiling, greeting, faces in silence. It happens sometimes too long to watch a person, then you realize that, then I smile and pulled it look as if I had shame. Behind each of these faces is a life. Still do not understand how you can sit close, shoulders and legs that touch that touch each other, without knowing each other. Or facing each other, even better, I look in your eyes for twenty minutes and I do not know who you are.

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