Today, to officially farewell the holidays, T and I spent the day in Daylesford. It was a glorious sunny day, warm (but not too hot) and full of cheerful Melbournians enjoying scones and ice-cream, soaking in the sun and browsing overpriced stuff in the cool boutique shops along the main street. The steak sandwich and fish and chips we shared weren’t that fancy but the coffees and rocky road at the little chocolate shop on the corner were decadent. So tonight, I would like to share with you A fine, blue and clear day, from the book La ventana y la estrella (The window and the star). I’d love to hear your interpretation, I struggled not to lose my Dad’s romanticism in translation...you be the judge.
On a fine, blue and clear day
like the clarity of your pure soul
I will inhabit your adolescent morning
with fertile, untouched sweetness.
The twilight will be intense, just laying there
the afternoon will wander
as if looking for love
to die in the dark, moonlit night, soft, iridescent.
And from dawn to the absolute night
the bursting, luminous beehive of our love
will fertilise its honey.
A swarm of stars up above
will carve out candles of conspicuous whiteness
and honey for all our sorrows.