August 2009

She walks with her hands on her back, speaking English with someone who doesn’t listen.
He carries a camera over one shoulder, talking “skånska” on his mobile phone.
They’re going to crash, collide, knock each other to pieces and together
without meaning any harm

She lets her arms swing free in order to move faster, falls silent and starts to run away from the silent one
He drops both his camera and telephone in his frustration at something
They are rushing toward one another with no idea about how it will end
they fall, grazing their skin on the asphalt

She breaks a leg, gashes her forehead without making the slightest sound
He lies across her like a heavy lump crying without awareness
They do not know it yet, but will soon wake at the same moment
and realise in astonishment what a lot they have in common

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