Artisan, Your pieces are like sprouts Of earth, water and fire. Clay between your palms begotten. Reaffirmed work from avatars already distant. Attractive and ritual game. Warm works, tanned ...
Artisan,
Your pieces are like sprouts
Of earth, water and fire.
Clay between your palms begotten.
Reaffirmed work from avatars already distant.
Attractive and ritual game.
Warm works, tanned by the oven,
That in the workshop look ordered.
Although pieces, still unfinished,
Frail and of rough contour,
On different shelves,
Wait impatiently.
Bernegales, baking trays, tojios,
Jugs, trays? boyfriends: "The boyfriends of Mojón";
Rough and romantic in their idyllic refuge.
(As if Adam and Eve - also created from clay - did not want to abandon their paradise).
You, too, artisan,
You give identity to your figures;
With the affection and haste
Transmitted by your hands;
With tenacious dedication
Between tradition and your personal stamp;
With earth, water and fire.
