Enamorament sobtat

Es va llevar d’hora. Mentre esmorzava, va llegir el diari. El seu horòscop li deia que viuria un enamorament sobtat. Li va fer un salt el cor. A l’ascensor va trobar el veí de l’àtic, amb el gos, i li va semblar que s’enamorava d’ell, de copdescuit. El porter li va regalar un somriure que la va fer enamorar d’improvís. Al diner de l’altre cantó de Broadway, el cambrer li va dir dues paraules més amables que els altres dies i també se’n va enamorar sobtadament. I així va continuar durant tot el dia. Al vespre, de retorn a casa, va pensar que havia passat un bon dia amb tants enamoraments sobtats. I se’n va anar tota sola a dormir.

Pensava en el Tom’s que vaig fotografiar el mes d’agost de l’any 2009, quan escrivia aquest post, i en la cançó que li va dedicar Suzanne Vega.

Tom’s Diner

I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner

I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee

And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue

He is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in

“It is always
Nice to see you”
Says the man
Behind the counter

To the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
Her umbrella

And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellos

I’m pretending
Not to see them
Instead
I pour the milk

I open
Up the paper
There’s a story
Of an actor

Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of

And I’m turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies

When I’m feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head

There’s a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?

No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection

And I’m trying
Not to notice
That she’s hitching
Up her skirt

And while she’s
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Is getting wet

Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I'm listening

To the bells
Of the cathedral
I am thinking
Of your voice...

And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began...

I finish up my coffee
It’s time to catch the train