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Nina

Author: José Ramón Fernández
Translated by: Sarah Maitland
Language: English
ISBN: 978-84-95683-47-2
Price: 2,00 €
File size: (NinaEN.pdf) 717 Kb.
Available in: Spanish

(1 woman and 2 men).
‘It is a battle between despair and the will to live, the will to keep on living one day at a time. It is the epic struggle that faces all of us; you, me and the people we see all around us. It is my hope that you too will be moved by these themes, and touched by these struggles.’
Excerpt

Nina

NINA  You preferred jazz.

BLAS  I’m surprised you still remember.

NINA  What was that trumpeter called? The one who used to sing as well.

BLAS  Chet Baker.

NINA  You liked Chet Baker. María didn’t really like it.

BLAS  No. I don’t put it on at home. I take myself off over here. I come here at night a lot, to work. At home, with the boy there, I can’t keep the lights on, and here you can work in peace. When you’re doing the accounts the worst thing is being interrupted. So I come to the atrium, put on a Chet Baker CD and get stuck into the calculator.

NINA  And María doesn’t mind?

 

(Blas is unsure if Nina knows the María of today. The María who prefers spending her time sniffing around Gabi like a dog. The María who cannot bear Blas’s very existence.)

 

BLAS  No.

NINA  I liked the trumpeter. When he sang, it was like he hadn’t slept for weeks.

BLAS  That’s probably how it was. Apart from the fact that before he’d turned forty he’d been beaten up and had all his teeth broken. He wore dentures. Hang on.

 

(Blas goes over to the small stereo and turns it on. Chet Baker sounds. Baker’s trumpet seems to bring back a private joy to Blas. It is obvious it is his refuge. They listen to the music. It could be ‘Let’s Get Lost’, or ‘ The Best Thing for You’. Nina’s feet remain, like the call of the sea.)

 

NINA  You’ve done well for yourself. You’ve got things set up really well here. First‑rate.

 

(Blas feels these words like a blow. Like a dog that is reminded right in the middle of the game that it is just a dog. Silence between them. Chet Baker’s trumpet sounds and Nina’s bare feet rest on the arm of the settee, within reach of Blas’s hands. He decides not to be the dog for a minute and picks up the sandals which Nina had abandoned as she danced. Before he replaces them on her feet, he cleans the bare soles with the palm of his hand.)

 

Tell me I’m still the queen of the beach.

BLAS  You’re still the queen of the beach.

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