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SAD STRANGERS
Posted at lunes, 19 de noviembre de 2007
Larry: Like it?
Alice: No.
Larry: What were you so sad about?
Alice: life.
Larry: what’s that, then?
Larry: So what do you reckon, in general?
Alice: You want to talk about art?
Larry: I know it’s vulgar to discuss the work at an opening of The work but someone´s got to do it.
Larry: I’m serious. What do you think?
Alice: It’s a lie. It’s a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully...
All the glittering assholes who appreciate art...say it’s beautiful because that’s what they want to see. But the people in the photos are sad...and alone
But the pictures make the world seem beautiful so...the exhibition’s reassuring which makes it a lie. And everyone loves a big, fat lie.
Larry: I’m the big fat liar’s boyfriend.
Alice: bastard!
(They introduce each other) Larry: Larry
Alice: Alice.
Alice: so you’re Anna’s boyfriend.
Larry: a princess can kiss a toad
Alice: frog
Larry: toad
Alice: frog
Larry: toad, frog, lobster. They’re all the same.
Alice: So how long have you been seeing her?
Larry: Four months. We’re in the first flush.
Larry: It’s paradise. All my nasty habits amuse her.
You shouldn’t smoke.
Alice: fuck off.
Larry: I’m a doctor. I’m supposed to say things like that.
(Alice picks up her cigarettes from a chair)
Alice: you want one?
(Larry answers hesitating)
Larry: No.
Yes. No.
Fuck it, yes!
No.
I’ve given up.
Larry: Anna tells me your boy wrote a book.
Any good?
Alice: Of course.
Larry: it’s about you, isn’t it?
Alice: some of me.
Larry: oh? What did he leave out?
Alice: the truth
Larry: is he here? Your boy?
Alice: Yes, he’s over there...talking to your bird.
(Both wait a moment.)
Larry: he’s very pretty.
Alice: she’s very....tall.
Larry: So...you’re a stripper.
Alice: yes...and?
(Larry puts his hand on Alice’s cheek, they look for a moment then get back to reality.)
Larry: you take care now...
Alice: I will. You too.
Escrito por Paula Cebrero
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