The boat
Swayed by the waves, the boat waits for its boatman. Eager
to redraw foam and blue stelae under his loving guidance. But he doesn't
arrive. She quietly counts the minutes and consoles herself thinking that
sometimes it has happened. But today, she doesn't know why, something tells her it's different.
She doesn't know that she will never see her boatman again.
La barca
Mecida por las olas, la barca espera a su barquero. Ansiosa
por volver a trazar estelas de espuma y azul bajo su amorosa guía. Pero no
llega. Cuenta en silencio los minutos y
se consuela pensando que algunas veces ha ocurrido. Pero hoy, no sabe
por qué, algo le dice que es distinto.
No sabe que nunca más volverá a ver a su
barquero.
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