Esta es mi traducción de uno de los textos de Rebecca Norris Webb que acompañan las fotografías de su libro THE GLASS BETWEEN US. También pueden leer algunas más en su website: http://www.theglassbetweenus.com
En el acuario de La Habana, veo a un hombre inclinarse sobre el borde de un tanque azul. Alto, de pecho ancho como un nadador, toma la aleta de una tortuga marina, tira fuertemente. Libre del agua, la delicada cabeza de la criatura se sostiene ahora, me parece, peligrosamente cerca del ancho, implacable labio del tanque de cemento.
El altoparlante ruge, no una reprimenda sino una rumba. El hombre sostiene la tortuga cerca de su pecho. ¿No debería sentirme alarmada o incluso indignada? ¿Entoces por qué siento en cambio la punzada ardiente y familiar de los celos ?
El hombre la suelta. Un salpicón, mucha risa. Asombrosamente, la turtuga ofrece su aleta como si fuese una mano. El hombre acepta la invitación. La danza comienza.
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At the Havana aquarium, I watch a man bow over the edge of a blue tank. Tall, broad chested as a swimmer, he grabs the flipper of a sea turtlle, yanks up hard. Free of the water, the creature’s delicate head now hovers, it seems to me, dangerously near to the wide, unforgiving lip of the cement tank.
The loudspeaker roars, not a reprimand, but a rumba. The man tugs the turtle close to his chest. Shouldn’t I feel alarm or maybe indignation? So why do I feel instead the hot familiar pangs of jelousy?
The man lets go. A splash, much laughter. Astonishingly, the turtle offers her flipper as if it were a hand. The man accepts the invitation. The dance begins.
The Glass Between Us, photographs and text by Rebecca Norris Webb, published by Channel Photographics, 2006. Traducción de Martín Monreal
At the Havana aquarium, I watch a man bow over the edge of a blue tank. Tall, broad chested as a swimmer, he grabs the flipper of a sea turtlle, yanks up hard. Free of the water, the creature’s delicate head now hovers, it seems to me, dangerously near to the wide, unforgiving lip of the cement tank.
The loudspeaker roars, not a reprimand, but a rumba. The man tugs the turtle close to his chest. Shouldn’t I feel alarm or maybe indignation? So why do I feel instead the hot familiar pangs of jelousy?
The man lets go. A splash, much laughter. Astonishingly, the turtle offers her flipper as if it were a hand. The man accepts the invitation. The dance begins.
The Glass Between Us, photographs and text by Rebecca Norris Webb, published by Channel Photographics, 2006. Traducción de Martín Monreal
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