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La Tieta

La despertar el vent d'un cop alsfinestrons.s tan llarg i ample el llit... i sn freds elsllenols...Amb els ulls mig tancats buscar una altram

Sense trobar ning, com ahir, com dem.La seva soledat s el fidel amantQue coneix el seu cos plec a plec, pam apam.Escoltar el miol d'un gat castrat i vellQue en els seus genolls dormels llargs vespres d'hivern.Hi ha un missal adormit damunt la tauleta

I un got d'aigua mig buitquan es lleva latieta.

I un mirall esquerdat li dir: "Ja et fas gran.Com ha passat el temps! Com han volat elsanys!Com somnis de jovent pels carrers s'hanperdut!Com s'arruga la pell, com s'ensorren ellsulls!La portera, al seu pas, dibuixar un somrs:s l'orgull de qui t alg per escalfar-li el

llit.Cada dia el mateix: agafar l'autobsper treballar al despatx d'un advocatgandul,

Amb qui en altre temps ella es feia

l'estreta.

D'aix en fa tant de temps... Ni ho recorda

la tieta.

La que sempre t un plat quan arriba

Nadal.La que no vol ning si un bon dia pren mal.La que no t ms fills que els fills dels seusgermans.La que diu: "Tot va b". La que diu: "Tantse val".I el Diumenge de Rams comprar al seufillolun palm llarg i blanc i un parell de mitjons.I a l'esglsia tots dos faran com fa el

mossni lloaran Jess que entra a Jerusalem.Li dar vint durets per obrir una llibreta:

Cal estalviar els diners com sempre ha fetla tieta.

I un dia s'ha de morir, ms o menys comtothom.Se l'endur una grip cap al forat profund.Llavors ja haur pagat el nnxol i el tat,Els salms dels capellans, les misses dedifunts

I les flors que seguiran el seu enterrament.Sn coses que sovint les oblida la gent,I fan bonic les flors amb negres drapspenjantI al darrera uns amics, descoberts fa uninstantI una esquela que diu: "Ha mort lasenyoreta.Descansi en pau. Amn".I oblidarem la tieta.

The Auntie

A blast of the wind on the window will wakeher up.

The bed is wide and long the sheets areso coldWith half-closed eyes she will reach foranother hand,

Just like yesterday, just like every day,But no one she will find.Her loneliness is her devoted lover,A lover who knows every inch of her body.She will listen to the miaow of an oldspayed catWho sleeps on her lap through the longwinter nights.On the bedside table theres a missalasleep and

A half-empty glass of water when theauntie gets up

A cracked mirror will tell her, Youregetting oldHow the time has flown! How the yearswent by!Lost in the streets like dreams of youth!How the skin wrinkles, how the eyes godeep!

The janitor will smile at her with the prideOf the ones who have somebody to warmtheir beds.

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Every day is the same: taking the bus togo to work For a lazy lawyer whose passesshe once snubbed.But that happened long, long ago,So long that the auntie has already forgot.

The one who always has a plate on

Christmas day.The one nobody wants if she gets illsomeday.

The one whose only child is her brotherschild.

The one who says, Its alright.The one who says, It doesnt matter.And on Easter Sunday for her grandsonshell buyA white and long palm leaf and a pair of

socks.And at the service theyll pay heed to thepriestAnd praise Jesus, the one who went to

Jerusalem.Shell give him twenty pesetas to open abankbook,You have to save money like the auntiealways does

And one day shell have to die,More or less like everybody else.

The flu will take her to the deepest hole.Shell already have paid for the niche andthe coffin,

The psalms of the chaplains and therequiem mass,And even for the flowers that will follow herburial.

These are things people usually forget .They just see beautiful flowers tied withblack cloth,And friends they just have met,And a death notice saying,Miss X has died. Rest in peace. Amen.And well forget the auntie.