“entonces me arrastré
y el baño y me metí, vestido, en la bañadera. el agua fría empezó a calmarme y
en mi cabeza comenzaron a aparecer algunos hechos aislados, aunque destrozados
e inconexos, como los primeros objetos que se ven emerger después de una gran
inundación:” the clouds above the square in front of city hall -- in front
of the statue of the viscount of almeida garrett -- and the stalls of the book
fair there where there would be none of antunes’ books in english; excuses; the
secret inside the door of the [lello] bookstore, where there were neither that
elusive “knowledge of hell” nor any pictures; one euro bifanas on the way down the hill to a bar called cris; the clouds
and the rain; the infante henry and,
higher up, the dragoon, the city incarnate, petrified; the absence of the
moors; the bridge to the gondola to the factories; the other bridges from that
one -- and a river looking cold under the clouds; the grey light outside as
seen from inside the majestic, where i’m sharing a smile with maybe a french woman
after the pianist starts to play george michael; my pen breaking in a bathroom
at the fine arts faculty of the university, and the mid-century force of the
central staircase outside, over which i break my pen wanting to write something
in speculation about salazar; having the special and not seeming to like it;
backtracking from trindade to the statue of garret and then the coin lockers,
again, at trindade; a still unbelievable sandwich; asking her if i could change
in the parking garage; all those beautiful boys; a street full of noses; the
same street, but asses the second time around; the sayonara napkin when it finally started to rain; the boys and the
beer and the rain; a giant mirror -- and us, in a giant mirror; excuses; under
a bus shelter under a tree; dancing; talking about dancing; one last time past
the giant mirror (zoom); being surprised that the morning birds were seagulls; being
asked about dancing; hitting the tree. and dreams too. but we’d already made
our excuses. i needed to go collect my camera.
Monday, June 25, 2012
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