The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock
“If I thought that I was replying to someone who would ever return to the world, this flame would cease to flicker. But since no one ever returns fromthis depths alive, I what I’ve heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy”
Come and join me, it will be just us, to where no one can notice us, into the deserted streetswhere there are cheap hotels, restaurants and bars everywhere. There I will ask the overwhelming question! But hold still, first I’ll tell what my story is.
-Is was a dark and foggy, youcould admire though the windows of the house the dense obscure black of that quiet night of October, lightened like a yellow smoke by the street lanterns. In a room women come out and gotalking of Michelalgelo. I don’t know if I it’s good to ask, I honestly don’t know if I can dare to ask, do I dare? If I don’, I see myself growing old descending stairs eternally getting tinand bold.
They would say: “But how his arms and legs are growing thin?”
If I dare to ask I would disturbed the universe. That’s why I constantly revise my decisions, measuring my lifein an endless coffee spoons, a routine.
-There she is white beautiful beneath the lamplight, with extended brown hair descending of her pale porcelain face. I can smell her perfume whichdigress me, she poses her perfect hands along the table. Should I confess, I have felt the death by my side and honestly I live afraid. Could be it be worth it, I would be happy takingcontrol of the situation not stopping against nothing.
But I grow old, and old. I still ask myself if I dare but I would never do, and never did. I fell that the sweetest dreams the mansuffering myths wouldn’t even care to course me, mermaids would not even sing to me. Till in the end she comes to me, until the human voices wakes us and we realize that we are drowning in a dream.
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