viernes, 29 de diciembre de 2023

the ictus

The morning of May 2nd, half an hour before people started arriving for the Mass, the three women, referred to as "zarzas," got off the bus at their usual stop. They discovered that their bench was occupied by a homeless man who was waiting for the Mass to begin so he could ask for alms. Next to him, there was a small bundle of clothes and some belongings, along with a plastic container for collecting the coins people gave him.

It was a sunny day, and the zarzas' bench provided the best shade.

"That man is occupying our bench!" exclaimed one of the zarzas. They looked at each other and decided to ignore him, hastening their steps to enter the church and sit inside.

As people arrived, they attended the Mass, and upon leaving, the zarzas were dismayed to find the man still sitting on their bench. They approached him and attempted to sit down, but the man, who seemed not to have bathed for a while, smelled, and he placed his container in front of them, asking for alms.

One of the zarzas opened her purse, took out her wallet, and gave him some coins.

Afterward, they linked arms and continued towards the bus stop as a single entity.

"And on top of that, we have to pay him," said Adelina, the quietest of the three women.

That evening, Adelina developed a severe headache. She asked for a glass of water and an aspirin, but just when it seemed the pain was subsiding, she felt a warmth inside her head and fainted.

When she woke up, she was in the hospital, surrounded by her two companions.

"How are you feeling?" Josefa asked.

"What am I doing here?" was Adelina's response, looking surprised.

"You fainted. We called an ambulance, and they took you to the hospital. They said you had a blackout, and you would have to spend the night in the emergency room for observation, but they eventually admitted you to the hospital."

When the nurse came to administer the medication, Adelina started talking again...

"You're very talkative," said the nurse, after Adelina had asked about her entire family.

"On the contrary," replied Josefa, "she's the quietest of the three, but she remembers everything she hears."

"Well, she doesn't seem quiet at all!"

When the doctor came to see her, Adelina started talking again, asking the doctor about her family and an aunt nobody remembered, who had married in Valladolid...

"You're very talkative!" the doctor told her.

"We're surprised too," said Josefa and Luisa, the other two zarzas. "She didn't let us say a word the whole time we've been with her in the room."

The next day, when her friends came to pick her up, they found that her roommate had the television on very loud.

"Isn't the television too loud?" Josefa asked.

"It's to drown out her friend, who talks non-stop!"

When Adelina left the hospital, she said goodbye to all the patients on the hospital floor and promised the nurses that she would send them some muffins she baked in her kitchen.

Two days after returning home, when Josefa and Luisa went to visit her to see how she was, their neighbors told them that in the hospital, Adelina must have had her head changed because she couldn't stop talking or let anyone else speak in the conversation. They must have put someone else's head on her, maybe a radio announcer or something.

The following week, when the zarzas descended to the church bus stop, the poor man was sitting on the bench again.

"How do we know he's poor and not just homeless?" Adelina asked.

"What a thing you have!" her companions replied.

"You know that saints live in extreme poverty and talk to God."

"Adelina, you're not thinking they're testing us, and a poor person appears to see if we're charitable?"

"Look, let's do something. How much money do we have together?"

They opened their purses, and among the three, they had a hundred and twenty-three euros with seventy-five cents.

"What if we give him a hundred euros and see what happens?"

After a small controversy among the three, they decided to give him sixty-three euros with seventy-five cents.

The poor man opened his eyes, filled with astonishment at the amount placed in his plastic cup, and he didn't stop expressing his gratitude to his benefactors until he saw them disappear into the returning bus. In the afternoon, he paid for a room in at the town borading house, where he showered, shaved, and spent the rest of the money at the bar. The next day, he hitched a ride on a truck with a truck driver he met the night before and headed towards Bilbao.

 On Sunday, when the three zarzas returned to the spot, they found their bench free from the presence of the poor man.

"That man was a saint. He left, and he has left us with a miracle," said Josefa. "Isn't that right, Adelina?"

Adelina nodded without saying a word, and the zarzas, considering the small fortune given to the poor well spent, sat down again on their bench to watch and criticize people passing by on their way to Mass.

 

mvf

miércoles, 27 de diciembre de 2023

marise

 

                                  Por enero nace el romero  
                            en febrero la flor en el almendro
                        marzo con lluvias buen año de alubias
                            a finales de abril la flor en la vid
                             Hasta mayo, no te quites el sayo
                                       y en junio reformas ....
                        toda la ropa de invierno para el armario
                                  y saca la ropa de verano 


                                    ¡y estos pantalones!
                                      ¡por dios marise !
                                  ¡ si ya no cabes en ellos!

 

 

                                    In January, rosemary is born,

                            In February, the flower in the almond tree, 

                              March with rains, a good year for beans,

                             At the end of April, the flower in the vine. 

                                  Until May, don't take off your coat,

                                         And in June, make changes... 

                                Put all the winter clothes in the wardrobe,

                                    and bring out the summer clothes. 

 

                                              ¡And these pants!

                                       ¡For God's sake, Marise!

                                    !If you no longer fit into them!

 

 

mvf

viernes, 8 de diciembre de 2023

el lago de cristal

 
 
 
                                      En un lago de cristal
                                hay un misterio escondido:
                                   los amantes no se ven
                                 y los cuerpos no se tocan.
                                     Una luna de plata
                                   sobre noche de letras
                                       Un gato negro
                                          y un búho
                                 que desde un campanario
                                     canta con su ulular
                                    rompiendo el silencio
                                        de las palabras
                              - Tengo miedo de estar solo
                                   en este lago de cristal.




mvf


martes, 28 de noviembre de 2023

Al lado del cielo

            

                                           Al lado del cielo
                                     hay una casa escondida

                                            En la entrada
                                    una mecedora de madera

                                            En el interior
                                          una cama vacía
                                  y el olor de nuestros cuerpos
                                        entre sabanas blancas.
                     

                                      Desde la ventana se ve
                                        un jardín de azucenas
                                Un almendro que quiere brotar.
                                        y una linea que une
                                        el cielo con la tierra
                                   y la sombra de un ruiseñor
                                   que canta bajo el arco iris.

                                                  amor
                                          estaremos juntos
                                               algún día
                                        aunque las lagrimas
                                          afloren a los ojos
                                            por lo que vive
                                             sin poder ser
                                            Nos besaremos 

                                     viendo esconderse el sol
                                         y nos entregaremos
                                            a nuestro deseo
                                             bajo la 
Luna   

                                       Al lado del cielo hay

                                          una casa escondida
                                     y una mecedora de madera
                                  bajo la sombra de un aliso blanco
                                         en nuestro atardecer.

                                

 

mvf.

lunes, 20 de noviembre de 2023

Un carrito sobre ruedas

 



                              

Llevo mi vida
en un carrito sobre ruedas
y una poesía
que no pudo ser,
que hace tiempo
que no encuentro.


Llevo algunos besos
envueltos en papel,
mis sueños
en una lata de sardinas 


Las sonrisas
que me quedan
envueltas en celofán
Las palabras que me distes,
algún día que no recuerdo,
en una entrada del cine.


Llevo como me llamo
apuntado en una nota
de la compra,

Llevo el cielo
que hacía aquel día
ahogado
de una botella de vino.

y una estrella que tenia
para darte y no quisiste.
y todo ello llevo
y lo arrastro donde voy. 

 

 

mvf

lunes, 13 de noviembre de 2023

Perdido.


 

                                              Que culpa tiene el campo
                                        de que no llueva en la tierra.

                                          Que culpa tiene la muerte
                                             de que no haya un volver

                                           Que culpa tiene la niña.
                                            de que nadie se fije en ella                                 
                                         

                                                Yo sueño despierto,
                                                con los ojos abiertos
                                                solo veo tinieblas.


                                              Cuando cierro los ojos
                                                  me lleno de luz.


                                           Que culpa tiene el cuervo
                                           de que sus alas sean negras.

 

mvf.

domingo, 12 de noviembre de 2023

En la memoria

 

 

 

                       Llevo en la memoria

                                       una poesía

                  que me rompe el corazón.

                 Un dolor escrito en secreto,

                            y el vacío que siento.

                              Guardo un pedazo

                                de alma de mujer.

                                        Una sonrisa

                             atrapada en una foto.

                Y todas las estrellas del cielo

            con las promesas que me hiciste.

                                         Y una locura

                                que creció día a día,

                      caminando en tu ausencia.