domingo, 11 de marzo de 2012

Paolo


          My name is Paolo, which might remind you to that guy who seduces Rachel in Friends. Things I have in common with that guy: I am Italian and I am interested in women. Apart from that, let's say our profiles aren't much alike .
          I am 23 years old, not very tall and certainly with no expectations on becoming a heart breaker any time soon. My hair looks messy, curly and has an undefined colour close to brown. I am from Pescara, where I could be now, if it wasn't because Chiara invited me to come to Ireland. Chiara is my classmate, I don't like to call her friend, because that would mean I've got no chance of going out with her, that we are JUST friends.
          We are on our way to the seaside, to a town called Bray I think. We took the old electric train in Dublin, hoping to see the view from the carriage window. It is cold and the sun hasn't been around for the last three days, the sea is choppy and of a dirty colour.
          I wonder why I came, I guess the opportunity of going on a trip with Chiara (and her girl friends) was too tempting. Back in college, in Pescara, we are not very close, we don't go out together. I am not the person she would call for a night out; although, if she wants to see a Chinese movie that nobody has heard off or to listen to this indie band, I volunteer. I am not a party animal, but she does not seem to care.
          I am sitting in the train, beside Chiara, she is talking cheerfully to Lucia and Bianca about what we have seen in the city, I watch them in silence. I am  drawing up my plan for tonight. We have decided to go to a pub near the sea. I will have the chance to talk to Chiara, just the two of us. So, am I going to say it? I better... I have been waiting for a year now.
          What is holding me back? She is not going to be single for long. Here is my excuse: I have seen her with her ex-boyfriend, that kind of Superman who would make you feel petty just by standing beside you. Will I make her happy? To tell you the truth, I am not even sure I can get to her. She is out of my league.
          Chiara is leaning on my shoulder, she must be tired. I wish I could put my arm around her. She glances out the window, our eyes meet for a moment, and I look down right after. She looks so beautiful. I am glad to see her smile, since Superman broke up with her she often looks lost in her thoughts.
          I am in love with her. It is not that I am expert in this field, but I haven't care about someone this way before, I am pretty sure this is love. I am certain, I will to talk to her tonight.

jueves, 2 de febrero de 2012

Recuerdos

Qué altas aquellas casas encaladas
que ahora parecen hundirse en las aceras.

Qué enorme aquel baño de cinc
que nos servía de alberca a los tres en el corral.

Qué alturas de vértigo desde la escalera
que nos llevaba al sotillón para esconder tesoros.

Qué enorme aquella cama de lana
que nos tragaba cada noche y nos hacía soñar.

Qué lleno de secretos el trastero, comics, libros
y artefactos misteriosos.

Qué felicidad en los días de verano, de interminables
horas perdidas en el zaguán.

Qué sensación de hogar bajo las enaguas, 
al calor de las ascuas de carbón.

Qué olvidada inocencia que nos hizo
quienes somos hoy.

Fortress

I want you near me
be sorrounded by your smile.

I want to kiss your eyes,
your nose, your chin.

Your skin reveals its warmth
brights up with the touch.

Your arms build the fortress
to protect my dreams.

November

I met you when the afternoon
was of a dark shade of grey.

I met you when the night lights
were the only sparkle
shining in the city.

I met you with cold hand
but warm spirit.

When November was about to start
I met you.