Monsieur Teriade by Kawada Ayane (テリアッド氏 / 川田絢音)

In Giacometti’s portrait of Teriade
he is sitting
in the ruins of an atelier

The other day on the train
though I had no way of knowing what was going on inside
of this man sitting with his legs crossed and arms folded
I wanted to be closer to him

It was
not the same as meeting
a man at a cafe in the morning
who speaks to himself as though to calm someone down
Not the same as writing a letter
next to an old man slumped over a marble desk at the post office

It feels like
breathing regularly

Both the background and Teriade are water stain brown
I imagine
this passenger’s voice
is surprisingly bright

ジャコメッティのテリアッド像は
廃墟みたいなアトリエに
テリアッド氏が坐っている

いつか列車で
脚をくみ両腕をくんで坐っていた男の人の
内にめぐっているものを知ることもできなかったが
その人の前にもっと居たい と思った

それは
誰かをなだめるようにひとりごとをいいながら
朝のカフェにいる人に
会うのとちがい
郵便局の大理石の机につっぷした老人のそばで
手紙を書くのとはちがう

規則正しい呼吸の
つたわってくるような気がする

テリアッド氏も背景も 雨のしみみたいな茶色
列車で乗り合わせたひとの
意外に明るい声を
空想する

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