watercolor, 2011

watercolor, 2011

watercolor, 2011

watercolor, 2011

watercolor, 2011

Forest belt near Olserod

watercolor, 2011

To Shout “Hey, Guy!”

I don’t see him much -

Once or twice a month.

I’ve seen him since my childhood

He is just a few years younger than me.

Always dressed in a very simple, timeless way:

a cap, grey trousers, beige jacket.

Lost in thought,

looking down...

Going across our yard.

I was parking.

I was watching him.

He has a mother -

A beautiful, tall woman

Dressed in a very simple way as well:

a dress, a rain coat

hair always tied in a bun.

They live in house 5.

His father is coming – old, with the reddish face of an alcoholic

That is all I know about him.

When the fellow was passing me,

I wanted to shout:

"Hey, guy!

My house is next to yours!

I have seen you all my life!

How are you?

What are you thinking about?

What do you do?

I remember you when I was a child

I remember you when I was a drunk young dude,

Now we are adult men,

And the day after tomorrow we too will start getting old...

So what?

Shall I watch you wandering across the yard

Or back from shops with a string bag

Until my last day?

Always lost in thought

Too young for his age

And then we will die - THERE,

Everyone will laugh at us - idiots!

You’ve lived in the same neighborhood,

And until your hair snow white

You never got acquainted!

Awful!

The guy disappeared into his house.

I did not call him.

2008.