She doesn't want her hand on her waist, or to be slid across the floor.
She knows well, because she has been told;
that in a dance she can fall in love.
She is also afraid.
She is bad-tempered;
she shuns and hides.
She turns her back and her eyes
she doesn't want to look at anyone.
She thinks it might be
a bad man
who may want to conquer her
to get free access to her kisses.
Like me
I am a bad man
who lives placated,
restrained;
by Jehovah.
But what she fears most
is that they will make her suffer
because she has never experienced that.
She has no experience.
Very shy at the party;
she sits in a corner
where they can't see her.
She doesn't want to be discovered
that she was created to love.
Nor does she want to be looked at closely;
those beautiful green eyes.
Nor to be made persuasive conversations.
She doesn't want to be touched
Don't touch the child.
Don't let them touch the doll.
Let no one try to get close to her.
She is not interested in being taken to another world.
nor that they taste her with all their senses.
Much less that they get to know her;
it is enough for her to know herself well.
She does not even like to be described in poems.
Which is not necessary
because she herself is a living poem.
An experiment.
Perhaps with a serenade.
To be sung to by a nocturnal cat
or a stray dog.
She keeps playing with children
but she doesn't seem to like anything;
she's like an attractive sourpuss.
Who will be able to read her from head to toe?
But who will manage to get her?
They say she's waiting for a prince charming
but those only exist
in fairy tales.
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My loves, Love of my home
RomanceI had the amusing task of managing eight girlfriends; Colita blanquita, Colita negrita, Huesita radioactiva, Intensita enamorada, Anita la preciosa, Larguita la prima, Inquieta perversa and Pasmadita solapada. This risky undertaking was developed du...
