La explicación parcial
Parece que
pasó mucho tiempo
desde que
el mozo tomó mi pedido.
Una mugrienta
y pequeña fonda,
la nieve
cae afuera.
Parece que
hubiera oscurecido
desde la última
vez que escuché
la puerta
de la cocina detrás de mí
y desde que
noté
a alguien pasando
por la calle.
Un vaso de
agua con hielo
me hace
compañía
en esta
mesa que elegí
al entrar.
Y unas ganas,
ganas increíbles
de alcanzar
a oír
lo que
dicen
los
cocineros.
Versión de
Tom Maver
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The partial explanation
Seems like a long time
Since the waiter took my order.
Grimy little luncheonette,
The snow falling outside.
Seems like it has grown darker
Since I last heard the kitchen door
Behind my back
Since I last noticed
Anyone pass on the street.
A glass of ice-water
Keeps me company
At this table I chose myself
Upon entering.
And a longing,
Incredible longing
To eavesdrop
On the conversation
Of cooks.
Since the waiter took my order.
Grimy little luncheonette,
The snow falling outside.
Seems like it has grown darker
Since I last heard the kitchen door
Behind my back
Since I last noticed
Anyone pass on the street.
A glass of ice-water
Keeps me company
At this table I chose myself
Upon entering.
And a longing,
Incredible longing
To eavesdrop
On the conversation
Of cooks.
