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Estamos en el comedor estudiantil de una universidad alemana. Una alumna rubia e inequívocamente germana adquiere su bandeja con el menú en el mostrador del autoservicio y luego se sienta en una mesa. Entonces advierte que ha olvidado los cubiertos y vuelve a levantarse para cogerlos. Al regresar, descubre con estupor que un chico negro, probablemente subsahariano por su aspecto, se ha sentado en su lugar y está comiendo de su bandeja. De entrada, la muchacha se siente desconcertada y agredida; pero enseguida corrige su pensamiento y supone que el africano no está acostumbrado al sentido de la propiedad privada y de la intimidad del europeo, o incluso que quizá no disponga de dinero suficiente para pagarse la comida, aun siendo ésta barata para el elevado estándar de vida de nuestros ricos países. De modo que la chica decide sentarse frente al tipo y sonreírle amistosamente. A lo cual el africano contesta con otra blanca sonrisa. A continuación, la alemana comienza a comer de la bandeja intentando aparentar la mayor normalidad y compartiéndola con exquisita generosidad y cortesía con el chico negro. Y así, él se toma la ensalada, ella apura la sopa, ambos pinchan paritariamente del mismo plato de estofado hasta acabarlo y uno da cuenta del yogur y la otra de la pieza de fruta. Todo ello trufado de múltiples sonrisas educadas, tímidas por parte del muchacho, suavemente alentadoras y comprensivas por parte de ella. Acabado el almuerzo, la alemana se levanta en busca de un café. Y entonces descubre, en la mesa vecina detrás de ella, su propio abrigo colocado sobre el respaldo de una silla y una bandeja de comida intacta.

ROSA MONTERO 17/05/2005 El País

Older chests reveal themselves
Like a crack in a wall
Starting small, and grow in time
And we always seem to need the help
Of someone else
To mend that shelf
Too many books
Read me your favourite line

Papa went to other lands
And he found someone who understands
The ticking, and the western man's need to cry
He came back the other day, you know
Some things in life may change
And some things
They stay the same

Like time, there's always time
On my mind
So pass me by, I'll be fine
Just give me time

Older gents sit on the fence
With their cap in hand
Looking grand
They watch their city change
Children scream, or so it seems,
Louder than before
Out of doors, and into stores with bigger names
Mama tried to wash their faces
But these kids they lost their graces
And daddy lost at the races too many times

She broke down the other day, yeah you know
Some things in life may change
But some things they stay the same

Like time, there's always time
On my mind
So pass me by, I'll be fine
Just give me time
Time, there's always time
On my mind
Pass me by, I'll be fine
Just give me time

Descansamos; una pesadilla puede envenenar nuestro sueño.
Despertamos; un pensamiento errante nos empaña el día.
Sentimos, concebimos o razonamos; reímos o lloramos.
abrazamos una tristeza querida o desechamos nuestra pena;
Todo es igual; pues ya sea alegría o dolor,
El sendero por el que se alejará está abierto.
El ayer del hombre no será jamás igual a su mañana.
¡Nada es duradero salvo la mutabilidad!


(portada edición Catedra)

"No tengo miedo, no le tengo miedo a nada. Por qué debería hacerlo? Le doy la bienvenida a los obstáculos, porque son como montañas que puedo sobrevolarlas para estar entre tus brazos. Cuanto más sufro, más amo. El peligro solo aumentará mi amor, lo hará más profundo y le dará sabor. Seré el único ángel que necesites, de mis brazos irás danzando por la vida. Dejarás la vida aún más hermosa de cuando la comenzaste. El cielo te tomará nuevamente, te mirará y te dirá: sólo una cosa puede completar el alma, y esa cosa es el amor".

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jean-Maire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair

You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sasha Distel.

You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circles,
They hang on every word you speak.

But where do you go to my lovely...
When you're alone in your bed.
Tell me the thoughts that surround you.
I want to look inside your head.

I've seen all your qualifications
That you got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso.
Your loveliness goes on and on.

When you go on your summer vacation,
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit

You get an even suntan
On your back and on your legs
And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet set

And you sip your Napoleon brandy,
But you never get your lips wet

But where do you go to my lovely...
When you're alone in your bed.
Tell me the thoughts that surround you.
I want to look inside your head.

You're in between twenty and thirty,
A very desirable age.
You're body is firm and inviting,
But you live on a glittering stage.

Your name it is heard in high places.
You know the Agha Khan.
He sent you a race horse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, aha aha.

They say that when you get married,
It will be to a millionaire.
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn.

But where do you go to my lovely...
When you're alone in your bed.
Tell me the thoughts that surround you.
I want to look inside your head.

Ah, remember the back streets of Naples,
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try.

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are.
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar deep inside, yes, you do.

Ah, I know where you go to my lovely...
When you're alone in your bed.
I know the thoughts that surround you,
Cause I can look inside your head.