parece salido de un libro de bradbury

Todo lo bueno que ocurre en octubre. La lluvia en verano. Los desvanes que guardan los residuos de varias generaciones. Los monólogos de los peloteros en El campo de los sueños. Sí, la de Kevin Costner, fue el Hurón quien lo notó. O "What's He Building", del Mule Variations.

What's he building in there? What the hell is he building in there? He has subscriptions to those magazines... He never waves when he goes by. He's hiding something from the rest of us... He's all to himself... I think I know why... He took down the tire swing from the Peppertree. He has no children of his wwn you see... He has no dog qnd he has no friends and his lawn is dying... and what about all those packages he sends. What's he building in there? With that hook light on the stairs. What's he building in there... I'll tell you one thing, he's not building a playhouse for the children.
What's he building in there? Now what's that sound from under the door? He's pounding nails into a hardwood floor... and I swear to god I heard someone moaning low... and I keep seeing the blue light of a T.V. show...He has a router and a table saw... and you won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw there's poison underneath the sink of course... But there's also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse... What's he building in there. What the hell is he building in there? I heard he has an ex-wife in some place called Mayors Income, Tennessee and he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia... but what is he building in there? What the hell is building in there?
He has no friends. But he gets a lot of mail. I'll bet he spent a little time in jail... I heard he was up on the roof last night, signaling with a flashlight, and what's that tune he's always whistling... What's he building in there? What's he building in there? We have a right to know.

2 comentarios:

sr oportuno dijo...

Hablando de cosas chidas. Me encontré este texto por la web y pensé que tu blog era un buen sitio para dejarlo:

"I like chance meetings - life is full of them. Everyday, without realizing it, I pass people whom I should know. At this moment, in this cafe, we're sitting next to strangers. Everyone will get up, leave, and go on their own way. And they'll never meet again. And if they do, they won't realize that it's not for the first time." (Krzysztof Kieslowski)

Nicolás dijo...


A veces le dan a uno chance de saber con quién coincidió en otro lugar. Pero sólo a veces.

Saludos a los dos ferretos.