Wednesday, November 25, 2009

huele a despedida / it smells of a farewell

Era invierno la ultima vez que te vi y ahora andas vestida de colores brillantes y en falda corta. Hueles a verano. Tus calles parecen mas alegres Sera el sol o sere yo?

Recuerdo mientras te camino aquella jugadora de tenis estadounidense -Rachel- que conoci en un hostal en Wellington y que estaba ensenyando a jugar a la aburrida mujer de Guillermo del Toro y a su asistenta mejicana mientras su marido filma El Hobbit en la maravillosa NZ.

El locutor de radio vendedor de delicatessen en sus ratos libres que se hacia llamar Lord y al que le daba miedo Europa porque esta llena de gente por todas partes.

El americano de 82 anyos que ha vivido 20 summers in the last 10 years y que pretende continuar sin abrigos en su vida hasta que su avanzado Parkinson se lo permita.

La pareja de pilotos de helicopteros, el estuvo en Iraq 4 anyos y el anyo que viene le destinan a Afganistan. Sus silencios hablan a gritos.

El joven fotografo que me ensenyo Melbourne en su bicicleta, sus recovecos y entresijos. Dulce como la miel.

La mujer canadiense de 60 anyos que viajaba en bicicleta. El autobus magico de Ryan. Matt y Snadra, la primera pareja con la que estuve compartiendo viaje en WA.

El hombre de la montanya que guio nuestros pasos por sus maravillosas tierras. Sensible y divertido. Hospitalario e inquieto.

Y las ultimas horas contigo, Melbourne, en una canoa en el rio bebiendo sidra con unos cuantos amigos.

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It was winter last time I saw you and look at you now, all dressed up in bright colours and short skirts. You smell of summer. Your streets are happier. Is it me or the sunshine?

I remember while I walk you the young tennis player from the States -Rachel- whom I met in a hostel in Wellington. She was teaching tennis to Guillermo del Toro's wife and their Mexican assistant while he is shooting The Hobbit in NZ.

The radio star, a delicatessen retail seller in his free time, who liked to be called Lord and was scared of Europe because there are so many people everywhere.

The 82 year old american gentleman who has lived 20 summers in the last 10 years and pretends to keep on going without a coat in his life while his advanced Parkinson allows him.

The couple of helicopter pilots. He was in Iraq for 4 years and has been deployed to Afghanistan. His silences speak out loud.

The young photographer who showed me around in Melbourne, riding our bicycles. Sweet as honey.

The 60 year old Canadian woman who was riding her bike throughout NZ. Ryan's magical bus. Matt & Sandra, the first couple whom I travelled with in WA.

The mountain man who guided our steps in his awesome country. Sensitive and funny. Welcoming and restless.

And my last hours with you, Melbourne, canoeing in the Yarra River; eating sausage rolls and drinking cider with a bunch of friends.

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