Poem
Nicolás Suescún
A PIOUS WOMAN
Slowly, choked,She knocks against the walls,
She stops here and there
To catch her breath.
Two blocks take her one hour
From her hovel to the church,
Two hours the way back
From the church to her hovel.
Among paper saints and saints of plaster
She babbles prayers, she practices hope
and the Holy Spirit comforts her,
the Sacred Heart guides her every step,
the Blessed Virgin mediates for her
and even the beautiful Jesus
pays her a visit from time to time.
Una beata
Una beata
Lenta, sofocada, se da contra los muros,se para aquí y allá para tomar aliento.
Dos cuadras le llevan una hora
del cuartucho a la iglesia,
una hora se le va en dos cuadras
de la iglesia al cuartucho.
Entre santos de papel y santos de argamasa
balbucea plegarias, practica la Esperanza
y el Espíritu Santo la consuela,
el Sagrado Corazón le guía los pasos,
la Santísima Virgen intercede por ella
y el mismo Jesús lindo a veces la visita.
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A PIOUS WOMAN
Slowly, choked,She knocks against the walls,
She stops here and there
To catch her breath.
Two blocks take her one hour
From her hovel to the church,
Two hours the way back
From the church to her hovel.
Among paper saints and saints of plaster
She babbles prayers, she practices hope
and the Holy Spirit comforts her,
the Sacred Heart guides her every step,
the Blessed Virgin mediates for her
and even the beautiful Jesus
pays her a visit from time to time.
A PIOUS WOMAN
Slowly, choked,She knocks against the walls,
She stops here and there
To catch her breath.
Two blocks take her one hour
From her hovel to the church,
Two hours the way back
From the church to her hovel.
Among paper saints and saints of plaster
She babbles prayers, she practices hope
and the Holy Spirit comforts her,
the Sacred Heart guides her every step,
the Blessed Virgin mediates for her
and even the beautiful Jesus
pays her a visit from time to time.
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