From the window
In
these rooms where I live out our days,
I wander round and
round
trying to find the windows.
It will be a relief
when a window opens.
But the windows aren't there to be found
-
or at least I can't find them. And perhaps
it's better if
I don't find them.
Perhaps the light will prove another
tyranny.
Who knows what new things it will expose?
The windows
Constatino
Cavafy (1863 – 1933)
Gorgeous
afternoon, blue sky: we used to give these little pleasures for granted; taking a relaxed moment by the balcony
before a night date.
The new normal.
Flame cocktail dress, black heeled sandals and silk shawl, my favourite rebozo; beautiful mexican black and white handmade piece and a vintage embroided clutch.
Ahora que vemos el mundo tras la ventana y pasamos horas en el balcón, pareciera que apreciamos más las pequeñas cosas; un cielo más que azul y una tarde espléndida. Me tomo entonces un momento para respirar, antes de salir y disfrutar una velada de las que antes dábamos por hecho.
Dos piezas favoritas: Rebozo de seda, tejido a mano, hermosa artesanía mexicana y un pequeño bolso bordado con lentejuelas que usaba mi madre en ocasiones especiales.
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