Intento de suicidio nº 2.

The man who is talking by the phone
is walking up and down with the celular next to his ear.
Some heads (my mother's ) think he's enjoyning a erotic line, and he's choosen
the square where we live because it's a lonely and solitary place.
Other minds (more sensitive ones) think he is really talking to nobody,
he pretends he's talking to somebody, and
he believes he is talking to somebody.
And I,
I look at him as a night ritual.
I see him as I see the street furniture or fixtures.
The same as a streetlamp, but less alive than a tree.

5 comentarios

[O.C.P. - 17 de octubre de 2005 - 22:31]

Isolated umbrella? Ni hablar.

Bien por volver a escribir tras estos días silenciosa. Echaba de menos mirar por tus ojos.

[Deyecteitor - 17 de octubre de 2005 - 20:31]

He is almost hidden because he wants no one to know wether he speaks or not or to whom... So, if it makes him happy... let him pretend to be alone

[Peter O´cheddar - 17 de octubre de 2005 - 14:34]

Actually... nobody is no one. He should write longer comments, I guess.

This time you got me. WTF are you talking about, isolated umbrella?

I promise i will reply your email asap. Stress is all i´ve got and i must do the ironing before shirts and trousers get alive and kill me...

c.u.

[la sombrilla insolada contesta: - 17 de octubre de 2005 - 11:46]

Nobody is everywhere.

[Nobody - 17 de octubre de 2005 - 11:35]

I wasn't talking with him.