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Haute infidélité
Rosa Beltrán

Elle était tombée amoureuse. D'un homme au physique peu athlétique et avec des poches sous les yeux. Elle n'avait pas pu l'éviter. On ne peut pas éviter ces choses—là, même si on essaye. Et elle n'avait pas essayé. Pourtant, en un jour pa­reil, elle aimait imaginer ce qui se serait passé, ce qui lui serait advenu si elle avait choisi une autre option, n'importe laquelle. On ne devrait pas gas­piller autant d'énergie dans l'amour, se dit—elle, il n'existe aucune raison objective de préférer l'amour à d'autres expériences. Elle appuya sur l'accélérateur, convaincue de s'efforcer d'arri­ver le plus vite possible. En réalité, elle tentait de s'en persuader. Auprès de Juliân, elle se sentait pousser des ailes. Quelle que soit son humeur, elle était toujours excitée, toujours excitante. C'était déjà une bonne raison d'avoir préféré Juliân à tout le reste. À ses fameuses études de genre, par exemple. Une autre raison tenait à l'histoire de sa malchance. Deux raisons, telles des jumelles tyranniques : le désir frénétique et la malchance. L'amour est un chien de l'enfer, disait Bukowski. Qui pourrait soutenir le contraire ? Elle regarda autour de la voiture, comme si elle interrogeait un public invisible. Pas elle. Elle attendit que le feu passe au vert, accéléra et se creusa un peu la tête. Elle ne pensait pas grand—chose du désir. Rien de décisif. En revanche, elle avait plusieurs exemples de malchance.

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Sheri-sade
Rosa Beltrán

I have a lover 24 years older than I who has taught me two things. One, that there can be no true passion if you don't go beyond some boundar­ies; and two, that an older man can only offer you money or pity. Rex doesn't give me any money, or any pity. That's why he says that our passion, which has gone far past any limits, runs the risk of beginning to die out at any moment.


First night

Before I met him I had attended two book launches without anything ever happening—which is just a manner of speaking, since when you look at it more closely, the time when nothing happens is when things are really happening. And that time it went as follows: I was by myself in the middle of a packed hall, wondering why I had decided to torture myself in this way, when I realized that Rex, a famous writer whom I only knew by name, was sitting next to me. When the first reading was over, I applauded. Immediately Rex raised his hand, scolded and insulted the reader, and settled back down into his seat.

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Graffiti - amore per le lettere
Rosa Beltrán

Puoi essere una donna di una certa età, con gli occhiali e — se badi all'opinione di tuo marito - un po' tonta anche se molto intrapren­dente. Andare all'università, ad esempio, e cercare di seguire una facoltà umanistica, Lettere Classiche per esempio, anche se ciò implica rispolverare una capacità di ragionamento mandata in disu­so, e fare appello al tuo coraggio per alzare la mano in classe, da buo­na studentessa, ed esprimere un'opinione, qualunque essa sia, con una certa solennità.

Puoi non sederti sul lato destro, dove siedono gli eccellenti — come hanno deciso essi stessi di definirsi —, ma dall'altra parte, cioè dove si siede il "popolo", e pertanto guardarti bene dal dettar sentenza, senza che neanche questo sia poi una questione fondamentale, per­ché dopo tutto a volte risulta difficile capire le letture di Tacito, Publio Ovidio Nasone e soprattutto le domande del professor Pelegri.

Ti puoi alzare allora dal tuo posto e uscire di classe per andare in bagno. Aspettare un po', dieci minuti diciamo, e occupare il primo gabinetto libero. Disporti a fare quel che generalmente si fa in que­sti casi, e dico generalmente, perché può succedere che, guardando la porta chiusa che hai davanti, ti sorprenda per quello in cui ti imbatti.

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Scheherezade
Rosa Beltrán

I have a lover twenty-four years older than I am who has taught me two things. One, that there can be no true passion if one does not cross some limit, and two, that an older man can only offer you his money or his sympa­thy. Rex does not give me money or sympathy. That is why he says that our passion, which has transcended limits, is in danger of beginning to extinguish itself at any moment.

First Night

Before meeting him, I had attended two book presentations and nothing had ever happened, which is just so many words, because actually it's when nothing happens that things are really happening. And that time they hap­pened as follows: I was alone, in the middle of a crowded room, asking myself why I had decided to torture myself that way, when I realized that Rex, a famous writer I knew only by name, was seated next to me. When the first participants reading was over, I applauded. Next thing I knew, Rex raised his hand, rebuked the participant, and took his seat once again. With very few variations, this was the dynamic of that presentation: papers were read, fol­lowed by applause, and Rex either praised or destroyed the speaker, always commenting with quotes from one of the Great Figures he kept handy.  

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Edición: Rodrigo Martínez  
Diseño: Sergio Martínez