Mientras Observo Al Afilador

Sometimes I imagine for a moment
That you haven't gone and time stops.
Sometimes I imagine for a moment,
While I watch the knife sharpener.
While I watch the knife sharpener
Who tirelessly polishes slowly
The lines of my hand, the lines of my forehead.
The day has come
When the sunsets will find me
Attentive to the cooing of doves on the lintels.
I move through ditches and marshes.
I slip on the slopes of coarse sand,
Through lonely lands, once borders.
While I watch the knife sharpener.
While I watch the knife sharpener
Who sweeps the stairs that end at your door
And sings softly with sleet.
The day has come when we must let go
Of trinkets, offers of some