Penélope [English translation]

Penelope

With her brown leather handbag

And her high heels

And her Sunday dress.

Penelope

Sits on a platform bench

And waits for the first train to arrive

Waving the fan.

They say in the village

That a walker stopped his watch

On one spring afternoon

"Farewell my love do not weep for me

I'll be back, before the willow trees

Shed their leaves,

Think of me, I'll come back for you".

Poor wretch, your childish clock stopped

One leaden April afternoon

When your lover went away.

In your orchard, withered

Lays every single flower

There is no willow in

Main Street for Penelope.

Penelope,

Sadness by dint of waiting

Your eyes seem to shine

If a train whistles in your eyes .

Penelope,

One after another she sees them pass by

She looks at their faces, she hears them talk

To her they are dolls.

They say in the village

That the wayfarer returned

He found her on his green pine bench

He called out to her: "Penelope, my faithful lover, my peace

Stop weaving dreams in your mind,

Look at me, I am your love, I am back".

She smiled at him, her eyes full of yesterday.

Her face and her skin didn't use to be like that

"You're not who I expect"

And she kept her brown leather handbag

And her high heels

Sitting at the station...

Sitting at the station.

• Artist:Diego Torres