Si guarda allo specchio senza riflettere, di passaggio. Non senza malizia, ma senza lo stesso fascino. Se le guardi, Lei e quella dello specchio, sono identiche, entrambe scocciate. Si guardano il giusto, non di più. Sono tutte e due innamorate di se stesse e l'una dell'altra, ovviamente. Solo che se le vedi, lì, allo specchio, nessuna delle due riflette più l'altra. Sembrano due amanti di lunga data che si conoscono così bene e non si conoscono più, che non si divertono più insieme, che si guardano, ma davvero mai più del necessario. Sono innamorate di loro stesse e loro stesse sono la stessa persona. E quella persona non capisce bene se stessa, forse non si piace più. La vedi che esce dall'ascensore ogni mattina, ogni mattina un minuto prima. Perché è nello specchio dell'ascensore che si è guardata. In quello del bagno it is mirrored, there is made up front, and combed, he checked the details. Not those that are too trivial. She is a woman and knows it.
In the lift we came ready for the hard day, or almost. A final fitted the skirt or jacket. A test of a smile. Eye to eye, not one more look. The rest is not so much the time it takes for the elevator. When it goes well there is a small flaw to fix, so little time! That last touch with the bag held between the ankles or the handbag set in an elbow.
When those seconds pass slowly, however, looks for a moment. Everything ok. Look at the other side: the passing of plans, their shoes. Then the eye. A yawn. Search the earphones of his i-pod in my bag, to untangle. Today, a quick piece ... angry, aggressive. And then, maybe, instead, that song there. How long at times, the time in the elevator.
He stayed there staring at me, eye to eye, in the torpor of a rabid Monday morning. Grinds his teeth in a gesture that you do not make it into account.
Charlotte is out of their shells. He broke the cocoon and turned into black woman, with that huge desire to prove, to show once again strong How long, how smart, she can. And you may, no doubt. Who would have to look good? Bella is always beautiful. Resolute and determined. Yet a closer look ... will be the most severe cut in the mouth, more sewing. Will be the urge to fight, will be the predatory instinct. You will always feel that too much prey.
Then you look carefully you can almost intrevedere what he has lost. But you have to look good, with the right light. You have to "understand" the need to "interpret". And then you see that has lost its tremendous power that gave that special light in his eyes. It was something that made her more human. He knew how to spend more on others.
now have less time. Maybe not even a matter of time. It 's a matter of quality.
The fur is black and abandoned even when it is worn like a bit 'too rumpled, like the black makeup that has never meant anything, but that now means a little' less. And that's not going happen, including. The problem is that time in that lift is too slow. And to understand a person a little 'there wants.
thoughts in his head between a bulk flow I, a I, a love. Sometimes I can not breathe in the elevator, even those with the mirror. He sighs affonnosamente. No time for compromise, there is only the desire to be huge sublime. And you fall down in yourself when you are hot with the sun.
little desire to understand the meaning of things. Every so often the urge to break the mirrors. Then one thinks of the seven years of bad luck and smiles bitterly in front of a little heady reality.
3rd floor. 2nd floor. Almost there. The flavors of foreign boards are ready to welcome her to the door of the street. Who has time to start cooking soon.
1st floor. Check. Exits in a hurry, the rush a bit 'inconsistent with the taste of winter still in search of new springs, in pursuit of the old without a very specific meaning. Music in my ears. Funny how no one would expect, the music emaciated and aged.
The door slams behind him, the heels beat on school education. The cars go by and honking innervosicono. Someone speaks out loud.
Everything looks with eyes softened, with little desire to speak and with a desire to run away before we can say that it is capable of being angry for a reason, to hear misconduct, to prove something.
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