As he writes, without looking at the sea,
he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble.
The tide is going out across the shingle.
But it isn't that. No,
it's because at that moment she chooses
to walk into the room without any clothes on.
Drowsy, not even sure where she is
for a moment. She waves the hair from her forehead.
Sits on the toilet with her eyes closed,
head down. Legs sprawled. He sees her
through the doorway. Maybe
she's remembering what happened that morning.
For after a time, she opens one eye and looks at him.
And sweetly smiles.
Raymond Carver
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3 comentarios:
alguien sabe donde se puden conseguir libros de carver en inglés en el rio de la plata?
uh, q buena pregunta ine.
la verdad que no t puedo ayudar, pero me encantó el fragmento.
besos,
lu.
i think i have a crush on raymond carver
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