jueves, 14 de mayo de 2015

Lights! Camera! Action!



The sound of heels on the living-room hardwood, papers fluttering onto the floor, gathered in a rush, clothes strewn over the bed, suitcase bursting with clothes and papers and other personal belongings.

The sound of boots in the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee under the yellowish glow of a lightbulb, doors being shut, cupboards being opened, the sound of cups on the table.

Once last glance at the apartment, the plants, the pictures on the wall, the many items that have been part of their life, making it particularly meaningful; the door bangs shut, the sound of keys can be heard, the phone rings insistently, raucously, but nobody takes the call.

They cautiously open the lift and, out on the street, a cab waits in that cold April night; it sets off, against a monotonous sound of wipers, and they bear straight along the avenue littered with sleepy lamps, towards the airport.

Shortly afterwards, a black car screeches to a halt in front of the house and four men in raincoats and hats rush out and upstairs; soon, all the lights in the abandoned house are on, and the din of furniture being overturned and objects being shattered can be heard; nothing is spared.

About take off, they both look at each other, oozing nostalgia. They’re on a flight to hope.

 
GREGORIO GIGORRO
GREGORIO GIGORRO
"Qué tarde la de aquel día"
Acrylic and ink on canvas
Signed and dated in 2015
Dimensions: 54 x 81 cm




Aranjuez, 15 mayo 2015

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