Every stone in Betlehem
still remembers her jealous eyes
and the way Magdalena smiled
as he hugged her by the neck.
As Magdalena danced
beneath the olive trees,
as Magdalena laughed
as summer was coming back.
They drove to the Black Sea
to meet their captain
and Magdalena was carving hope
on the walls of Jerusalem.
As Magdalena sang
to all the winds of Orient,
as Magdalena said
they had all the time in the world.
Every desert has on its skin
the memories of the caresses
they hoisted like a banner
on the cathedrals of tenderness
For Magdalena believed
in eternal spring,
for Magdalena dreamt
of craddling a child.
The olive trees shed so many tears
as the fair April withered
that they kept eternity
from their roots into exile.
And Magdalena weeped
onto the raised stones,
and Magdalena weeped
over her desecrated love.
Every stone in Betlehem
still remembers her jealous eyes
and the way Magdalena smiled
and the way Magdalena smiled