Jan H. Steen Remember, the month of August you 've read here a "late-summer frivolity," excerpts from a text Elvira Lindo; it spoke of tomatoes, smells ...
Here is an excerpt today from another chronic of Cuba Canteen
An ordinary family scene, sadly commonplace.
The author and her husband, I remind you that she calls "my saint," are sitting at a sidewalk cafe and it launches into a sort of lecture on Goethe to be played at that time then in Germany a full version (17h) of Faust. She took the opportunity to eat tapas and ...
"I enjoyed it too was distracted by his speech to look around me and doing sociology. (Tactics to facilitate married life: you let the other speak with passion and you pretend to listen while thinking of your stuff). My stuff to me were now at the table nearby. A couple with two children. Le garçon, comme hébété, jouait à la Game Boy ; le père, comme hébété jouait avec la fille à faire de honteux bruits de bouche, et pendant ce temps la femme souffrait en silence de faire partie de ce lamentable cercle familial. She who, full of illusions, had made all fair, had put earrings and gaudy makeup had (...). I remembered the words of terrible Catherine Deneuve: "Over the years the couple makes the boring man and woman, a harpy." When I feel I sociologist, I recently saw religious concerns, to be God (believing basic, it's not for me) to change the world. Come near me, for example, at this table, greet politely, good evening, I am God, and intervening:
Excuse me, I'll put some order in your lives: first the boy, this child absurd, he immediately leaves game-boy side, if I put the slap to break his teeth, second it is a shame (that the father) to see you make those noises with your mouth girl, the girl sits down, eats his dinner and stop sucking the face of his father, for the love of God, we are in a restaurant, and thirdly, pay attention to your wife, you consider it a flower pot all night, hold a conversation with her adult, and you (I would say to it) do not laugh, nobody escapes here, act with dignity, if that makes you family suffer so much, get up and too bad for them.
me I thought about these things when the voice of "my holy , Who decided to use up the theme of Faust , changed his tone.
But, darling, you ate all the prawns. "(...) (trans. Colo)
extract TINTO DE VERANO of Elvira Lindo 2001 edition
NB: The "tapas" are delicious appetizers. As for "prawns" are, you savez well, I Espagnols scampi. Pas besoin de vous joins Qu'est ce explain game-boy, yes?
In late August I proposed a "late summer frivolity," excerpts from a text by Elvira Lindo; talk of tomatoes, smells ... Do you remember?
Today I propose an excerpt from a chronic call: Bartender of Cuba. A familiar scene banal, sadly banal.
The author and her husband, to my holy calling, are sitting on the terrace of a bar. He launches into a sort of lecture on Goethe as in Germany at that time represented a full version (17h) of Faust. She takes the opportunity to eat tapas and ...
"also took advantage of his speech was entertaining to look around and doing sociology. (Tactics of cohabitation to marriage work: days to another speaking passionately and you do as you listen, and yours). The mine was now on the table next door. A married couple with two children. The child, wrapped up the game-playing boy, the father, wrapped up with the girl playing games farting about giving shame, and while the woman suffered in silence to be part of this unfortunate family. She, who had arranged with all their hopes, which had colorful earrings and had painted, (...). I remembered the terrible words of Catherine Deneuve: "Over the years the marriage becomes boring man and woman a shrew. " When I feel like I sociologist, since lately I have religious concerns, to be God (Christian base is not for me) to change the world. Approach, for example, that table, greet politely, good night, I am God, and to intervene:
"Excuse me, I will give their lives a little order: first, the child This absurd, to stop and the game-boy or you loose a rooster that I take the teeth, and second, it is embarrassing (ie the parent) to see him make these farting with the child, the child sits, eats dinner and leaves dummy face his father, by God, we're in a restaurant, third, listen to his wife, who has you awake all night, hold adult conversation with her, and you (I would say it) do not laugh Here no one is spared, act with dignity, if she suffers both the family, get up and give them the sack.
These things I thought, when the voice of my saint, who had decided to squeeze him Fausto theme changed Tone:
"My child, you have eaten all the shrimp. (...) "
SUMMER RED extract of Elvira Lindo, 2001 edition
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