Who am I - NinaJKors

At the cinema alone

Oh, my lady, I used to call you yesterday, and now here I am, with something to tell you that I can't say. Listen to me.

I was at the cinema in the queue and
I thought I'd think too much while I looked at the ladies.
embellished in front of me, wrinkled skin, red lipstick on the lips
narrow, 50 euro banknotes, the number of places that went off, and I
in the tail, with my black coat and white cap, to think and think and
to think until I finally realized that the look was fixed, laid
above me as a rock, a look full of thoughts now that many knots
and I heard and distracted from my thoughts and turned
the head immediately to the right and J was there staring at me, and as we are
He crossed his eyes and then he looked at me laughing, hi! Oh.
Bye! But now it was up to me, what a piece of shit, I thought, I have allergy and
swollen eyes, it is true that I made a moment before leaving than at
I'm going to learn something, and I approached the counter, WHAT? He thundered.
Do you know what? What a piece of shit I've been thinking, so you know I'm
alone, on Saturday night at the cinema alone, fuck, yes one one one one one ticket
Fucking Pi Story 'cause I didn't go home tonight
I had my things to do, and I went out with my single ticket and his
I went to meet and what weighs me are the silences that are full of thoughts
that I read distinct, as if between us there was a double dialogue.

– in fact I always wondered why I never met you at
cinema – what you say, I live on it
this cinema, it is quite obvious that I am here (I looked at you I did not expect
to see you, I have remained salt- what it means you are always
Asked? )

– and
Tell me the kids, how are you? - Well, come on, they're both of us this year-
(I'm happy, I found you, I'm happy, we hope you don't get my
compañera now – your mother died you are able to be more free now, as
Did I open you? Can you? )

– What
Go see? – The story of Pi and you?- Quartet – ah, stuff for young people, huh? –
Well, you will understand, the story of Pi...- Well, at least there is India, colors,
music... –eh, you're right Nina, you're right (I'd like to know so many things, not
I want my partner to come now, I'm not sure I want
lose with you in front – I do not want to see your partner now, not
I can see if you're still as beautiful as you used to, I have to run, I have to run,
What do I do? )

– you have got
the mobile phone in hand you are always technological you – yes, always I, always (that
What do I say? Where do I start? My God how beautiful it is – you must not start
Nothing, don't you see how I'm hurt? I'd make it all over again.
Maybe not alone)

– and
Listen, tell me about you, how are you? Are you very well, tell me about you – ah of me?
Know about me? no, it's better not (I ask you what you do, maybe you are
Well, maybe she's fine, maybe.
I'm desperate, can't you see I'm desperate? I have nothing
in my hand, nothing but my stubbornness and who knows what else, I am
emotionally shaken these days, I hate January so hard and smooth and so
away from spring, who knows what man you have become now- I told you,
I'm a lighthouse off, but the headlights are off. – Yes it is, you told me)

–
....
and smiles) – I think it’s better if I go into the room – yes, you have the ticket
numbered but take the place – yes, they take the place (don't go, tell me
What do you do, I want to know how you are, I want to know now – I can't tell you
nothing because I have a life that is a disaster, a disaster on all fronts that
I don't even know what Saints to vote for here I need a miracle
but I am not a woman of miracles, I rise every morning and I do and do
I go to bed every night and I sleep and then I get up in the morning but not
nothing changes, nothing, but I can only move forward, it will be good that I
run – do not run away, you are in trouble I see it, do not run away remains, please stay
One more moment)

I have
Look inside the eyes, go, my parents inside hers and I arrived until
at the bottom where I found a frozen cobalt blue plate, smooth and
pale despite the blue, he was firm in his new blue jacket, feet
well planted this time, still as a guard, straight, strong,
smiling.

– Tell me
of you- he repeated.
–
not
I'm telling you nothing about me now. Call me. Look for me. Call me.

And I approached him, so close my coat touched the
his, he stood still at my face, I lifted my hand and he
I did a caress, a surprising caress instead of the kiss of practice.

And I turned, naked as I was, I went into the room to see History
by Pi, which is exactly my story: not so much for the shipwreck, for the
fight with tiger, for the survival brought to the extreme of forces.

How much
for my own capacity, to transform brutal reality into stories
fantastic, for my stubbornness of wanting to read signs everywhere, call back
and divine responses in every single action, and animals instead of men and
thoughts instead of silences.

Who am I?

At the cinema alone

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