Nalgas

Look at how I elaborate the ideas
I press my neurons, but they seem ugly to her
I discourse on verses by Alberti or Pablo
The damn thing doesn't understand what I'm talking about
And I am a victim of ancestral machismo
I curse ten times the one who gave birth to her
And I reproach the educational system

Could it be that idiocy is also sent by God
Sometimes in a proportional way
To every curve the frame holds

Look at how I theorize about taste
My encyclopedic mouth, my eyes on her bust
I remember my grandmother and her wise retreat
There are things that pull more than four carts
I see her as part of the heap
I get lost in outer space
A reason attacks me from behind

Perhaps history always spins in a spiral
If it trembles like a cimarron drum
If it sounds like a mayoral's violin

Your buttocks are two jewels of dance
Lyric of touch, poems written by nature in braille
They overflow spaces, paralyze times
A whole event

Buttocks like Kilimanjaro
The cold in the distance that takes an infinity of sweetness away from my hands
They overflow spaces, paralyze times
A whole event

She passes by and everyone acts friendly
From the most vulgar to the most distinguished professors
She sways knowing she's on top
Of a couple of shields for her self-esteem
And I stand firm like a military pose
I pay homage to her creole essence
I take pride in her dignity

Could it be that beauty lies in appreciation
Enjoy her moment of slenderness
And put some thought into the interior