Bridges

21 junio, 2010 § Deja un comentario

I

There, looking beyond the horizon, diving his gaze across the weeds, the boy stands on the bridge.

Once he swims away his thoughts, there is no dock, no bridge, no shore. He belongs to the other edge and his heart doesn’t beat at the right speed here, at this side of the blue immensity.

The clouds gathered around his eyes, rain Eastern opals.

His steps on the bridge make the wood cry under his pleasant weight. Steps back to the cold and filthy land of opportunities.

His slim body looks young and strong and smooth, but the wrinkles of his soul twist his mouth with a bitter morsel.

The mist entangles to his ankles, slave-like, linked to the rising sun.

Walking West.

Aching East.

Dreams betrayed, dreams forgotten, rotten dreams.

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II

The water is dirty. Nobody bathes here.

There is a funny platform that disappears in the water. Inviting, though.

There are strange hills made of rolling stones —who wasted his time building them up?

Now we have a castrated sea that cannot lick the shore. Now we have little salted artificial  swimming-pools. Ditches where, at night, drunkards fall into before they go to bed cursing the bitch who won’t sleep with them.

The water is dirty. Nobody swims here.

There are long unfinished bridges. Failed attempts to get to the continental shore.

Did they really think they could reach it? Then they made us believe their purpose was just that: to float above dirty water.

Nice view. All the grey sea. As much as you can bear.

How much filthy water can you swallow?

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‘Let’s go to the beach and drown ourselves for a while’

‘Sorry, I haven’t got the time. I have to take my shoes back from the laundrette. You know’

‘Nevermind, I can do it on my own’

‘Sure. See you tomorrow’

Sliding his body under the barbwire. Forcing the fence.

There he is, on top of this heap of rusty iron and mossy wood.

‘Let’s go and drown ourselves for a while’

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The water is dirty. Nobody bathes here.

Too many things under the water.

How much filthy water can you swallow?

Foto: Dave Thomas
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