"When they meet by chance again a couple of years later, at a screening of Nikita Mikhalkov’s Urga, they’re both living in Ferrara, and they come much closer to having sex. She lets him into her apartment; but when he tries to kiss her she pulls away, and he leaves. Lingering outside, he looks back at her flat, returns, and she lets him in again. There’s a cut to them both nearly undressed on her bed exchanging shy caresses; he moves his hand over her entire body without touching it, then does the same thing with his lips — a scene that paradoxically makes one more acutely aware of the warmth of both their bodies than any conventional coupling would. Finally he pulls away from her, dresses, and leaves. She looks out her bathroom window at him as he walks away, and he looks back. Malkovich says, “He went on being in love with that girl whom he never possessed. Either out of stupid pride, or from folly. That quiet folly of his city.”
Esta mañana temprano, cuando cruzaba el
último semáforo de camino al trabajo, la escolar (llevaba uniforme) que tenía
delante, al llegar al otro lado, se ha vuelto, y mirando hacia arriba, hacia los edificios de
la acera que acabábamos de dejar, se ha puesto a saludar a alguien. He supuesto
que a su madre, puesto que iba acompañada de su padre y otro niño en uniforme. Un poquito más adelante se han metido en un garaje.
El resto de camino me lo he pasado pensando
en esa madre que espera en la ventana sus buenos minutos hasta que pierde de
vista a sus hijos que van camino al cole.