Telemachus’ Waking up
What enchanted us more than anything was the description
of Telemachus’ waking up — (not as much the eternal rosy
fingers) when he got up to tie his sandals on his fine legs
(thus the poet described it). Then he went out and ordered
the criers to call the synod. Still young but with his father’s
demeanor, his long lance, and an aura around his body, gift
of the Goddess. Two dogs escorted him. One of them
turned away towards the seashore; it sniffed the waters.
And we did too. What happened with the synod, we never
found out.
Libros Libertad 