Ground Zero: There Goes the Neighborhood


Esto me recuerda a mi primer divorcio. Después de más de dos años en la tercera planta, nos vamos (casi) todos a la planta cero para juntarnos con los técnicos y demás — “There Goes the Neighborhood!”

¡Cuanto recuerdo aquí en este espacio! Aquí empecé en el 2006 cuando éramos muy pocos. Hasta me recuerda a aquel poema que tanto me gusta del griego Cavafy:


The Afternoon Sun

This room, how well I know it.
Now they’re renting it, and the one next to it,
as offices. The whole house has become
an office building for agents, businessmen, companies.

This room, how familiar it is.

The couch was here, near the door,
a Turkish carpet in front of it.
Close by, the shelf with two yellow vases.
On the right -no, opposite- a wardrobe with a mirror.
In the middle the table where he wrote,
and the three big wicker chairs.
Beside the window the bed
where we made love so many times.

They must still be around somewhere, those old things.

Beside the window the bed;
the afternoon sun used to touch half of it.

. . . One afternoon at four o’clock we separated
for a week only . . . And then-
that week became forever.



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One response to “Ground Zero: There Goes the Neighborhood

  1. a ninja shadow

    what a sad poem! i prefer much more this one, from Gloria Fuertes,

    Se me murió el canario
    puse en la jaula un limón
    ¡soy un caso extraordinario
    de imaginación!

    … which reminds me one of my favourite poems, also from her:

    Con todo se puede hacer algo.
    Hasta con un cero
    —que parece que no vale nada—:
    se puede hacer la Tierra,

    Con un cero

    una rueda,
    una manzana,

    una luna,
    una sandía,
    una avellana.

    Con dos ceros
    se pueden hacer unas gafas.

    Con tres ceros,
    se puede escribir:
    y0 0s quier0.

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