A Sunday to relax

Whoever said we should rest on Sundays was absolutely right by me.
I am glad I decided not to HAVE to do anything on Sundays…At least I can quietly reorganize my stuff around the studio, play around with ideas for the week to come, and update whatever needs updating ( isn’t there always something that was left behind????).
As yesterday I couldn’t print the text or take the pictures of the book, I’m posting today, along with last night's quilt.
The text is a tentative poem (how dare I make poems in a foreign language????), and it goes:

The Old Woman and the Sea

Year after year
She had sat at that window
Her heart filled with hope,
Her head bent in sorrow,

As boats in the harbour
Came from every last direction
She had sat there alone
Lost in her need for affection

She had seen the women
Welcoming back their men;
And she had silently suffered
As she envied each one of them.

She had watched from there
The dusk turn into day
And the day into dawn ,
Into dusk, into day

And she had seen the seasons
Each one, go and return
She had felt her heart beat,
Her body seek for him... and burn

Alone behind the curtain
She had waited and waited
While the wind outside
Slyly rose and abated

Day after day she had prayed
He would have a safe regress
Suspended by each sail which
With land the heavens would bless

And very early just this morning
She had known it was ended
Her lover, his ship and his crew
The sea had finally befriended

He would never come back now
From whence he had gone
His ship was said to have floundered
In the west… just before dawn

Silently she closed the window,
She drew the curtains and swore,
Despite the darkness and the tears
She would see the sea never more.