Kiss the pavement and see the cracks in the road
The city’s lined with painted steel
It´s a blue sky
And everyone’s out dressed in yellow and red
The boys are calling out my name
I don´t notice, I just stare straight ahead
When will this road end?
Today I´m just walking with a head full of my own world
The boys are balling behind the high net
Faces rapid, laughing, smiling, holding back
I´m smoking another scrounged cigarette
They don´t notice anything strange
Just another day on the court, bouncing on the tarmac
All dressed in soft grey tracksuits
Hooded, moving like cheaters
Aiming to tag their prey, they could stay another day
Nothing changes
Different worlds stare opposite, across from the street
Nothing more said, No more notice taken of me.
Life looks simple over there.
The boys cushioned behind the net that divides our worlds
You´d never catch me in there. I don´t play basketball.
Crashing of the net. He jumps over to my side, chasing after a rolling ball.
Stopping the cars, he scoops it up.
Satisfied with his catch, he goes back over the net.
Everything restored.
Now back to the game
I stand staring at empty boxes
Copyright Lucylilley 2021
La normalidad a veces aprieta,
y entonces se ven las grietas de la realidad,
y si te atrevés a dejar de perseguir la pelota…y te fijas en las redes que tejen nuestro mundo…te intentán llamar para que juegues…para que sigas jugando…
Pero tú ya vas fuera de juego, te pierden de vista y volver, a veces, cuesta como toda una vida.
En resumen, es inspirador, y en él me reconozco como si fuera mio. A nuestro modo hacemos cosas nuestras las de los otros, y eso nos vuelve por fín…comprensibles.