Muñeca de trapo

Rag doll
Or porcelain,
All are beautiful
Like the morning.

The doll holds
Inside her chest
A heart of gold,
Sawdust and bran.

Milk with orange cannot give her
When she wakes up, she will feel pain,
It will be her tummy, it will be her heart,
I'm going to give her mint
Or alcohol rubs.

Grandma says
That in the old days
They gave her jasmine
And diamond water.

Whenever she gets sick
With my food
I don't leave her in bed,
I take her to the center.

I show her landscapes
With ugly little girls
And her ailments pass
And my sorrows go away.