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Little stones at my window
(English translation of 'Piedritas en la ventana' by Mario Benedetti)
Now and again happiness
throws little stones at my window
it wants to tell me that it’s waiting
but I’m feeling calm
I’d almost say level-headed
I’ll keep my anxiety hidden
and then lie flat on my back
which is an elegant and comfortable position
for sorting through the news and believing it
who knows where my next steps will take me
or when my life story will be assessed
who knows what advice I’ll still come up with
and what shortcuts I’ll discover and not take
all’s well, I won’t risk an eviction
I won’t tattoo the callous onto my memory
there’s much left to say and suppress
and many grapes to fill my mouth
all’s well, I am persuaded
that happiness won’t throw any more stones
I’ll open my window.
For more translations of poems by Mario Benedetti, go to Translations.
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