Saturday, March 21, 2015
Even the warmest Cuban dreams turn to nightmares in Brooklyn
PEDRO R.
MONGE-RAFULS – TRASH, A MONOLOGUE – 1995
A sad and small monologue.
Jesus/Jose/ Joe is not clear at
all about his objectives in life. He is constantly dreaming as if life was
impossible for him.
He is dreaming in Cuba when he
wants to marry and have twelve children. The first opportunity to leave the
island comes and he leaves alone without his future wife.
He is dreaming a life of freedom
and success in the USA
and only goes from one dead end to another blind alley. No jobs because no
education since he did not finish it in Cuba . No education in the USA because no
money to pay for it and to live on. Social services are chains on the legs. And
he has to accept to be a hustler to make money to survive. He is black and has
plenty of stuff to sell as for that. Luckily he sticks to no drug and no
stealing.
He finally dreams to go back to Florida where a friend
who arrived with him has made it properly and could give him a job. But the
night before leaving he is waiting for a bus in Brooklyn
to go home when a white man approaches him. For some hustling of course with a
promise of money. And it ends badly. That’s what happens when you have a gun
and shouldn’t.
And there is our dear surprise.
Jesus/Jose/Joe is in prison, the convicted murderer of a well-known and appreciated
priest, bound to die after his death row crossing of the Rubicon. A Rubicon of
death. Not to Rome
and the Empire but down to six feet under in a cheap casket, if any.
Dreams lead to nightmares when
you don’t have the stamina to work them out in real life.
Dr Jacques COULARDEAU
# posted by Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU @ 7:40 AM 
