Little Stones
at My Window
Once in a while
joy throws little stones at my
window
it wants to let me know that it's waiting for me
but today I'm
calm
I'd almost say even-tempered
I'm going to keep anxiety locked
up
and then lie flat on my back
which is an elegant and comfortable
position
for receiving and believing news
who knows where I'll be next
or when my story
will be taken into account
who knows what advice I still might come up
with
and what easy way out I'll take not to follow it
don't worry, I won't gamble with an eviction
I
won't tattoo remembering with forgetting
there are many things left to say
and suppress
and many grapes left to fill our mouths
don't worry, I'm convinced
joy doesn't need to
throw any more little stones
I'm coming
I'm coming.
~ Mario
Benedetti ~
(translated by
Charles Hatfield)
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