an hour standing next to a dead abandoned ship, full of graffiti,
the person next to me talking all the time on the phone,
each word with a clearly irritating, can not think of anything ,
I feel trapped, I look out and see a rabbit moving through the underbrush
soot;
then it becomes just a start for us, remains motionless.
Soft, clean meat hard under the thick fur, very attractive;
reminds me of young children who spend way to school by our
street
his brash, grace unconscious, the urgency you feel to share your
beauty, then my mind
amuses himself trying to pull in its most savage creature
get to know of my admiration, I know she loves me.
All the while we're there, I almost painful to be near her, as if she inhabited
certain mystery, a look almost sacred, but if I sensed
not pay attention to me, and when we started to move
still expected between black gravel ballast, raised ears and whiskers,
to be sure we're good and we have left before moving on.
The train is moving fast, blurry people, the voice of my neighbor is
tiresome;
very hot here in the open field but grass is stiff and white with frost.
Imagine being out there alone, panic chips that make you shiver, with those bright
rails before you, surrounded by an immense silence,
prodigious
only now beginning to wane, the wind rises, the thunderous cracking of a branch.
(Jaime Priede translation - extracted from Repair)
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