AFTERNOON LOVE OF MARIO BENDETTI POEM

AFTERNOON LOVE OF MARIO BENDETTI POEM

It's a pity you're not with me
when I look at the clock and it's four o'clock
and I finish the form and I think ten minutes
and I stretch my legs like every afternoon
and I do that with my shoulders to loosen my back
and I bend my fingers and I take out lies.

It's a pity you're not with me
when I look at the clock and it's five o'clock
and I'm a handle that calculates interest
or two hands that jump over forty keys
or an ear that listens as the telephone barks
or a guy who makes numbers and brings out truths.

It's a pity you're not with me
When I look at the clock and it's six o'clock.
You could come close to surprise
and tell me "How are you?" and we would stay
me with the red spot of your lips
you with the blue soot of my carbonic.

AMOR DE ARDE DE MARIO BENEDETTI POEMA