En la página craiglist uno puede encontrar la dirección de un instalador de aire acondicionado, puede alquilar una habitación en Manhattan hasta incluso puede encontrar el trabajo de su vida. El otro día el NYTimes encontró momentos de poesía en esta página. Más concretamente en la sección de connexiones perdidas en la que ciudadanos de Manhattan escriben una pequeña nota indicando que conocieron a alguien en algún lugar de la ciudad y no se atrevieron a hablar. Aquí hay algunas muestras de estas poesías urbanas encontradas hoy.
You were giving out the papers and calling names for the lottery of 9 to 5. I thought you were just my type with the glasses and outfit. You probably didn't even notice me. Would have talked to you but that could be awkward. I won the lottery but now I wanna take my chance on you...
Hi - We're sitting across from each other.
You have on a black T - and working on your Macbook Pro.
I have on a green T and working on my Macbook Pro.
Would love to chat. . . .
Sunday Low Tea
We were both outside towards the bar all the way to the right when we first made eye contact. I was under the tarp; you were by the tables with a group of friends wearing a black polo shirt. You have dark hair and an adorable smile. We went inside to dance to the last song, as I waited for a discreet moment to come speak with you. As the crowd left, I was hoping again to approach you, but we were both speaking to other people. When you were finally alone, I was unable to break away.
If by chance you see this, I hope we can connect. I've seen you around before and hope to see you again. I've thought of you often since Sunday. Will gladly give more details...
We talked in line, after seeing each other in the bathroom. Music, work, regional pride....We were watching different movies....