domingo, 17 de abril de 2016
So long, amor
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| El abrazo, Egon Schiele |
Después de leer y enamorarme de Sandra Cisneros
You will
grow tired of fucking me
And I will
grow tired of your fuck
You’ll
start hating my radical ways
My
feminism, my friends, my waist
I’ll start
hating your intellectual
I-know-better,
pinche macho face
Your
drinking, your friends, your pace
This is
what happens when you live
Like we
were taught to love
Así con mucha pasión, pero sin sesos
Con posesión y muchos celos
Y eso es todo, menos amor.
“Me pica tu barba”, te digo
And you
laugh and scratch some more
I pretend
to hear you until you snore
“Me pica su barba”, me digo
I don’t
laugh, just wait… and morning comes
You’ll grow
tired of fucking me
It has
happened before
I’ll grow
tired of your fuck
Te juro que ya me pasó
You say you
like me “libre, linda y loca”
I say, I
don’t care, “jódete, cabrón”
To hell
with beauty standards,
My freedom is not yours
Pero sí, sí es cierto
Loca sí que estoy.
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