There I was in uniform
Looking at the art teacher
I was just a girl then;
Never have I loved since then
He was not that much older than I was
He had taken our class
to the Metropolitan Museum
He asked us what our
favorite work of art was,
But never could I tell it was him
Oh, I wish I could tell him
Oh, I wish I could have told him
I looked at the Rubens and Rembrandts
I liked the John Singer Sargents
He told me he liked Turner
Never have I turned since then
No, never have I turned to any other man
All this having been said,
I married an executive company head
All this having been done,
a Turner - I own one
Here I am in this uniformish,
pant-suit sort of thing,
Thinking of the art teacher
I was just a girl then;
Never have I loved since then
No, never have I loved any other man
Mi padre me traía folios y lápices bicolores del despacho.Yo aún no sabía escribir pero pintaba filas de hormigas y las salpicaba de puntos. Así empezó todo. Desde entonces no he dejado de rayar cualquier cosa: desde los folios del juzgado hasta el cartón de las medias. Esto no se cura, así que lo mejor es vivir rodeada de letras.
miércoles, 25 de junio de 2008
The art teacher
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