Samaritana

Two loves of the redeemer
The sacred history does not pray
But tells an enchanted legend
That the good Jesus suffered from love

He suffered alone and kept silent
His divine passion
Just like any mortal
Who once felt a heartbeat of love

Samaritan Woman
Commoner of Sychar
Someone lurking
Saw you kiss Jesus
In the afternoon when
You went to find him alone
Thirsty to death
By the well of Jacob

And you, smiling, welcomed
The kiss that enchanted you
Serene, you paled
And Jesus Christ blushed

Blushed to see how much light
Radiated from your forehead
When you told the good Jesus
What good I did, Lord, in coming to the well

Samaritan Woman