Monday, May 11, 2020

NICANOR PARRA

The mother of a man is gravely ill
He departs in search of a doctor
He cries
In the street he sees his woman accompanied by another man
They are holding hands
He follows them at a short distance
From tree to tree
He cries
Suddenly he encounters a friend from his youth
It has been years since they've seen each other
They pass a bar
They converse and laugh
He leaves to take a piss in the patio
He sees a young woman
It is night
She is washing dishes
He approaches her
He takes her by the waist
They dance a waltz
Together they hit the streets
They laugh
There is an accident
She loses consciousness
He looks for a telephone
He cries
He arrives at a lit house
He asks to use a telephone
Somebody recognizes him
"Stay and have something to eat, hombre!"
No
Where is the telephone
"Eat, hombre! Eat!
You can go later."
He takes a seat and eats
He drinks like a man condemned to death
He laughs
They want him to recite poetry
He recites poetry
He falls asleep beneath a desk

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