It's like coming to the beach of all the Penelopes. Some go out at dawn to say goodbye to their sailors, others in the afternoons go to wait for them and run along the sand to the dock where their loves will disembark, tanned, exhausted from so much blue and salt, but happy to be alive and to return home, which awaits them warm, smelling of cleanliness and fresh, well-cooked food, and of course, when they look up from their empty plate, there they will be, the Penelopes of all the stories, waiting for the tale of the day, or for the sailor to come up to read a story to the children and say goodbye to them before they sail away in dreams.
Es como venir a la playa de todas las Penélopes. Unas salen al amanecer a despedir a sus marineros, otras en las tardes van a esperarles y correr por la arena hasta el muelle por el que desembarcarán sus amores, tostados, extenuados de tanto azul y salitre, pero contentos de estar vivos y de regresar al hogar, que les espera caliente, oloroso a limpio y a comida fresca y bien cocinada, y por supuesto, al levantar la vista del plato, allí estarán ellas, las Penélopes de todos los cuentos, esperando la historia del día, o a que suba el marinero para leer un cuento a los hijos y despedirles antes que zarpen en sueños.
With the help of Google Translator Esp-Eng
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