El Afilador
Los Suaves
The Sharpener
He's coming back home
where the sun drowns
and he's closing his eyes
to see better.
The rain has already gone
the stars have awakened
and the path in the sky
is clearer than the one on earth.
He's walking alone
thoughtful, sad, and old
living while not dying
the lonely are scary.
He walked here and there
and now that he feels his time
he comes to rest
leaving his wheel alone.
Night, fog, secret hour
time of the sharpener
will he ever win?
a lonely dreamer
lonely loser.
The long fingers of the sun
move the silk curtain
in this country that for centuries
was the end of the earth
and he's crying, friend
for something more than his sorrows
there are no lights in the windows
no welcome at the door.
To the well of memories
he has gone to stir
and in the calm waters
there are lies of a woman
and they say he knew it
and that's why he killed him
the pain of knowing it
the pain of betrayal.
Night, fog, secret hour
time of the sharpener
will he ever win?
a lonely dreamer
lonely loser.
