AZNAR
AND SCHÖDER disagree on the distribution of power in Europe.
El País (Wednesday, November 5th, 2003)
Woman
at 70 years of age
I
had a husband
who didn't beat me but
didn't give me a cent nor
even for transportation.
When
I became 65
this brazen man said this to me: I
have sold our house and
we must hand it over before
the end of the month.
And I gave to a friend who
never liked you all
of our money deposited
in the bank.
So
my darling, you
are dispossessed. I
die tomorrow and
I will be taken to the grave
and you, without money, without
love, homeless, will
roam solitary
asking for bread.
And
the poor man
saying these words
went out to take some fresh air
and suddenly died.
And
I was left in the street,
solitary in the open,
without food and without water
and at that moment I woke up.
And
now I dedicate myself
at seventy
to be a hooker
for the old men of a hundred.
I
caress them
I read them some poem
and if anyone cries
from anger or sadness,
from nostalgia and hatred
I caress them more
and kiss their cheeks.
And
as you see, ladies and gentlemen,
my work is very simple
but I seem to be a governess
rather than a great whore.
But
the problem surges
when the old perverts
turn crazy with pleasure
when they call me hooker.
Hooker,
come!
Hooker, a glass of water!
Hooker come,
recite this poem from Verlaine.
Goddess
of sleep
whore of the night
give the pill
that I want to sleep.
And
I feel myself
almost a Saint,
working all day
with the old men of a hundred.
But
everyone
must know,
erudite, journalists,
and also my mother,
that
the old men
go to sleep thinking
that they made love
with a great whore.
