Noon

Have the windows open at noon

of the illuminated patio that overlooks the dining room.

Smell a smell of warm sun and apples.

Say simple things: those that inspire love...

Drink a pure water, and in the deep glass,

see the angles of the cordial stay coincide.

To feel, in a green apple, the roundness of the world.

Knowing that everything changes and everything is still the same.

Feeling, at last!, mature, to see, in things,

nothing more than things: bread, sun, honey...

To be nothing more than the man who plucked some roses,

and he carves, with his fingernail, a name on the tablecloth...

 

by Jaime Torres Bodet

 

 

Lemon Trees Mediterranean, Auto 1 (177, 178, 22) - Moderado

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