El Escultor Y Ella
José Luis Perales
The Sculptor And Her
He had a window to the sky
where the sun came in
and a swallow
looking for a place to build its nest
on the table
tobacco and loneliness
and in his hands
clay and heart
on the roof wind
and on the pedestal her
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His hands slide
through the clay
molding it and feeling its dampness
every fold of her body
must be as he wanted to imagine
her slight smile
her gaze
of deep loneliness
She will have the arms
of a dancer
and her body
as naked as the sea
She smiles when she thinks
if she could one day hear her sigh
and say my name
she could slowly make her fall in love
The rain sang on the window
when he woke up
the winter wind
was looking for a place to build its nest
on the table
a bit of coffee
and in his gaze
cold and loneliness
on the roof snow
and on the pedestal her
naked as the stem of a rose
with her arms
outstretched towards him
In her mouth a smile
waiting for his caress
every day
and in her sad eyes
a silence as deep as the sea
they loved each other for the first time
and then
they embraced and cried without speaking
they vowed forever
a love that no one
will ever understand
The night covered them
with its cloak of deep darkness
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