最后一班公共汽车

太晚了

Too late

迭戈住在布宜诺斯艾利斯。他三十六岁。他在一家又大又忙的饭馆当服务员。

Diego lives in Buenos Aires. He is thirty-six. He is a waiter in a big, busy restaurant.

他每天晚上工作，从六点到半夜一点。他的脚疼。他的背也疼。

He works every night, from six to one in the morning. His feet hurt. His back hurts.

今天是星期五晚上。饭馆里坐满了人。大家吃肉，喝红葡萄酒。他们说话、大笑。

It is Friday night. The restaurant is full. People eat meat and drink red wine. They talk and laugh.

“迭戈！九号桌想买单！”老板说。“四号桌还要一瓶酒！”

“Diego! Table nine wants to pay!” says the boss. “And table four wants another bottle of wine!”

“好的，老板，”迭戈说。他跑到九号桌。他又跑到四号桌。

“Yes, boss,” says Diego. He runs to table nine. He runs to table four.

在角落里，有一个拿吉他的男人。他给桌子旁边的人弹琴。没有人听他弹。

In the corner, there is a man with a guitar. He plays for the people at the tables. Nobody listens to him.

迭戈在听。“真好听，”他想。他总是听音乐。

Diego listens. “Nice,” he thinks. He always listens to the music.

迭戈家里有一把吉他。吉他在他卧室的柜子里。他从来不打开那个柜子。

Diego has a guitar at home. It is in the cupboard in his bedroom. He never opens that cupboard.

他以前的梦想是音乐。但是服务员没有时间做音乐。服务员只有桌子。

His old dream is music. But a waiter has no time for music. A waiter has tables.

“迭戈！你为什么站在那儿？二号桌想喝咖啡！”

“Diego! Why are you standing there? Table two wants coffee!”

“对不起，老板。”

“Sorry, boss.”

二号桌的一个女人对他笑。“你看起来很累，”她说。

A woman at table two smiles at him. “You look tired,” she says.

“我一直很累，”迭戈说。“两杯咖啡吗？”

“I am always tired,” says Diego. “Two coffees?”