El Alfarero
Miguel Poveda
The Potter
I went through great hardships,
With all the love I had for you
I have to hate you now.
Like a cannon bursting
From being hit repeatedly,
That's how I'm going to burst.
The day I catch you
I'm going to give you a piece of my mind,
You have a very bad tongue
And everything you say is made up.
I want you to shape me
Like the potter,
Make me as you wish,
Shape your desires
And design me, my love,
According to your model;
You are the great artist
And I am priceless clay.
There are many flaws,
Breaks inside,
Causing sadness and lament
In my life;
My body is useless
And there is nothing good left,
I need your hand
To shape me, I beg you.
There's nothing I like more
Than walking along the roads
With the pomegranate moon.
That I love you and you don't know it,
You are to blame for all my troubles.
