'Penelope' se estrenó en 1996. Este tema está incluido en el disco 'Luna nueva'
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Penelope
Penelope, with her brown leather bag
And her high-heeled shoes
And her Sunday dress
Penelope sits on a bench on the platform
And waits for the first train
Waving her fan
They say in the village that a passerby stopped
His watch one afternoon in spring
Goodbye my love, don’t cry for me, I’ll be back
Before the willows lose their leaves
Think of me, I’ll be back for you
Poor unhappy girl, her childish watch stopped
One leaden afternoon in April
When her lover left
Down to the last flower withered in her garden
There is no willow on Main Street
For Penelope
Penelope, sad from waiting for so long
Her eyes seem to shine
If a train whistles in the distance
Penelope, one after another she watches them go by
She looks at their faces, she hears them talk
For her they are dolls
They say in the village that the passerby came back
He found her on her green pine bench
He called her, Penelope, my faithful lover, my peace
Stop weaving dreams in your mind now
Look at me, I’m your love, I came back
She smiled at him with eyes full of yesterday
His face and his skin weren’t like that
You’re not the one I’m waiting for
And she stayed there with her brown leather bag
And her high-heeled shoes
Sitting in the station
Sitting in the station
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Penelope, with her brown leather bag slung over her shoulder, her high-heeled shoes clicking on the platform, and her Sunday dress flowing in the breeze, exudes an air of elegance and anticipation. She patiently sits on a bench, her fan gently swaying in her hand, as she awaits the arrival of the first train, hoping for a familiar face to step off.
The village whispers of a story of a passerby who once paused his watch on a spring afternoon, bidding farewell to his beloved Penelope with promises of return before the willows shed their leaves. But as time passes, Penelope's childish watch remains frozen, marking the moment her lover departed on that fateful April day, leaving her heart heavy with longing.
In her garden, where each flower has wilted away, there is no trace of the willow trees that lined Main Street, symbolizing Penelope's enduring wait and unfulfilled hopes. Her eyes shine with a hint of sadness as she listens for the distant whistle of a train, watching each arrival with bated breath, searching for that familiar face among the strangers who pass by like dolls in a play.
Rumors circulate in the village of the passerby's return, only to find Penelope still seated on her pine bench, a vision of loyalty and dedication. He calls out to her, professing his love and urging her to cease weaving dreams of a past that may not return. Yet, when she gazes into his eyes, she sees a stranger before her, not the one she has been waiting for, the one etched in her heart.
And so, Penelope remains in the station, holding onto her brown leather bag and her high-heeled shoes, a picture of resilience and unwavering faith, even as time slips by. The bittersweet tale of a love lost in the passage of time, captured in her enduring presence on that solitary bench, a poignant reminder of the unyielding nature of hope and the ache of unfulfilled promises.
+ Diego Torres
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