“The Man with the Beautiful Eyes”

Μια ομάδα παιδιών γοητεύονται από ένα υποβαθμισμένο σπίτι στη γειτονιά,σε αυτό το animation ενός ποιήματος του Charles Bukowski.

when we were kids there was a strange house

all the shades were always drawn
and we never heard voices in there
and the yard was full of
bamboo
and we liked to play in the bamboo
pretend we were Tarzan (although there was no Jane).
and there was a fish pond a large one
full of the fattest goldfish you ever saw
and they were tame.
they came to the surface of the water
and took pieces of bread
from our hands.
Our parents had told us:
“never go near that house.”
so, of course, we went.
we wondered if anybody lived there.
weeks went by and we never saw
anybody.
then one daywe heard a voice
from the house “YOU GOD DAMNED WHORE!”
it was a man’s voice.
then the screen door of the house was flung open
and the man walked out.
he was holding a fifth of whiskey
in his right hand.
he was about 30.
he had a cigar in his mouth, needed a shave.
his hair was wild and uncombed
and he was barefoot
in undershirt and pants.
but his eyes were bright.
they blazed with brightness
and he said,
“hey, little gentlemen,
having a good time, I hope?”
then he gave a little laugh
and walked back into the house.
we left, went back to my parents’ yard
and thought about it.
our parents, we decided,
had wanted us to stay away from there
because they never wanted us
to see a man like that,
a strong natural man
with beautiful eyes.
our parents were ashamed
that they were not
like that man,
that’s why they wanted us
to stay away.
but we went back to that house
and the bamboo
and the tame goldfish.
we went back many times
for many weeks
but we never saw
or heard the man again.
the shades were down as always
and it was quiet.
then one day
as we came back from school
we saw the house.
it had burned down,
there was nothing left,
just a smouldering
twisted black foundation
and we went to the fish pond
and there was no water in it
and the fat orange goldfish
were dead there,
drying out.
we went back to my parents’ yard
and talked about it
and decided that our parents
had burned their house down,
had killed them
had killed the goldfish
because it was all too beautiful,
even the bamboo forest
had burned.
they had been afraid of
the man with the beautiful eyes.
and we were afraid then
that all throughout our lives
things like that would happen,
that nobody wanted anybody
to bestrong and beautiful
like that,
that others would never allow it,
and that many people
would have to die.

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