I'm not one to take these risks. Not everyone can understand the vision of a photographer. But for better or worse, the squirrel that I was chasing through the huge garden came under a truck. With clicks and kisses in the air, I was trying to attract the squirrel, when I see the cabin door open and this beautiful Creole gets out and stops in front of the truck and looks at me defiantly.
"Oh, don't worry ma'am, my kisses and faces weren't for you. You see, there's a squirrel right under this truck, and I just want to take a picture of the little animal and then leave quietly. I'm a photographer. Don't you see?"
She understood instantly, and so did I. Its elegance contrasted with the cabin life of a long-haul trucker. I silently changed my lens and winked at her. She looked around, probably avoiding witnesses, and waved me away. I went ahead towards the fine stone path and took a few photos of her there.
I was nervous as if I had committed a sin, as if looking at that woman was a sign of infidelity and lust towards a person who belongs to another.
She noticed my nervousness.
"Won't your husband come that way? Look, we've been on this side of the road for a while, I think it's time for you to get back to the truck."
"Oh, don't worry," she told me. "I am the driver of that truck, the man who wants to marry me has not yet been born."
I still wonder today what she meant.
No soy de correr estos riesgos. No todo el mundo puede entender la visión de un fotógrafo. Pero para bien o para mal, la ardilla que yo andaba persiguiendo por el inmenso jardín vino a dar debajo de un camión. Con chasquidos y besos al aire, trataba de atraer a la ardilla, cuando veo que se abre la puerta de la cabina y baja esta hermosa criolla y se detiene delante del camión y me mira desafiante.
"Oh, no se preocupe señora, mis besos y muecas no eran para usted. Verá, hay una ardilla justo debajo de este camión, y yo solo quiero retratar al animalito y luego irme tranquilamente. Soy fotógrafo. Lo nota usted?"
Ella comprendió al instante, y yo también. La elegancia de ella contrastaba con la vida de cabina de un camionero de viajes largos. Silenciosamente cambié mi lente y le hice unas señas. Ella miró a los lados, probablemente evitando testigos y me hizo un ademán para que me alejara. Me fui delante hacia el camino de piedras finas y allí le hice unas cuantas fotos.
Yo estaba nervioso como si cometiera un pecado, como si mirar a esa mujer ya fuera señal de infidelidad y de lujuria hacia una persona que le pertenece a otro.
Ella notó mi nerviosismo.
"No vendrá su marido por ahí? mire que llevamos tiempo de este lado del camino, yo creo que ya es hora de que usted se regrese al camión."
"Oh, no se preocupe", me dijo ella. "Yo soy la conductora de ese camión, el hombre que desee casarse conmigo aún no ha nacido."
Todavía hoy me pregunto qué quiso decir ella.
With the help of Google Translator Esp-Eng
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