Carta de Hank Moody a Karen

La similitud que existe entre el personaje de David Duchovny en Californication (Hank Moody) y yo me asusta. Desde que promocionaban el lanzamiento para América Latina me sentí intrigado. Y la verdad que la serie me fue atrapando cada vez más. Por momentos, realmente me asustan las similitudes que tengo con “Hank”. Y hasta pareciera que alguien le va relatando lo que me pasa a la serie, pero no creo que mi psicologa haya contado algo…

En el capítulo de la semana pasada, el protagonista le escribía esta carta a su ¿amada? En la serie la leyó en voz alta, y me pareció una excelente carta. Uno de esos momentos de la tele que hay que registrar.

• Si no saben inglés, no la van a entender.
• Si nunca vieron la serie, es probable que no la disfruten.
• Si no comparten cosas con el personaje (más allá de que refleja muchas cualidades que se repiten en los humanos), no lo van a disfrutar.
• De cualquier manera, me parece que esto excede a un script y vale la pena leerlo…

Dear, karen…

If you’re reading this, it means I
actually worked up the courage to mail it.
So, good for me.
You don’t know me very well

but you get me started,

I have a tendency to go on and on
about how hard the writing is for me.
But this…
this is the hardest thing
I’ve ever had to write.
There’s no easy way to say
this, so I’ll just say it.
I met someone. It was an accident.
I wasn’t looking for
it. I wasn’t on the make.
It was a perfect storm. She
said one thing. I said another.
Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest
of my life in the middle of that conversation.
Now there’s this feeling in my gut.
She might be the one.
She’s completely nuts…
in a way that makes me
smile
– highly neurotic.
A great deal of maintenance required.
She is you, karen.
That’s the good news.
The bad is that I don’t know
how to be with you right now
And it scares the shit out of me.
Because if I’m not with you right now, I
have this feeling we’ll get lost out there.
It’s a big, bad world
full of twists and turns,
and people have a way of
blinking and missing the moment…
the moment that could’ve
changed everything.
I don’t know what’s going on with us,
and I can’t tell you why you should waste
a leap of faith on the likes of me…
but, damn, you smell
good — like home.
And you make excellent coffee.
That’s got to count
for something, right?
Call me.

Unfaithfully yours,

Hank Moody.