El misterio del pan / The mystery of bread

Today the bread was happy and he was smiling in front of me, so much joy infected me that I left it forgotten without caution and left the room. and left the room.

Un pan solo en la mesa,
es tentación para cualquiera,
incluso para un café oscuro
que en la taza yace oculto,
frío, pero con olor profundo.

A bread alone on the table is a temptation for anyone, even for a dark coffee that in the cup lies hidden, cold, but with a deep smell.

El café se desliza hasta el pan,
y lo abraza con propiedad,
un gran mordisco le da
y regresa a su pose habitual,
en la taza que a su lado está.

The coffee slides down to the bread and embraces it with propriety, a big bite he takes and returns to his usual pose, in the cup next to him.

Cuando hambre me da,
regreso a buscar mi pan,
mordido está,
que raro lo que pasa acá,
porque aquí no habita nadie más.

When I get hungry I go back for my bread, it's chewed, how strange what happens here, because no one else lives here.

Créditos
Stopmotion y cuento original de Margarita Palomino.
Colombia
Febrero, 2023