De Piratas

I know you would have wanted to be a pirate,
To not see half of the things,
And besides the peg leg, the wooden heart too,
To not feel, to not seem.

You were born like so many others on the tenth day,
An April without rain in seventy-three,
At five in the afternoon, even taurine to be born.

Muleta, sword, and skillful lights to succeed,
Performances with style without suspecting
That one day your life turns from calm to cruel storm.

Buccaneer galley that made you row,
That's how you tell the story of your marital mistake;
Among rums and flags drawing skulls,
The galley sails full speed ahead.

Buccaneer galley that made you row,
That's how you tell the story of your marital mistake;
Among rums and flags drawing skulls,
The galley sails full speed ahead.

You rest on laurels in ninety-three,
Neighborhood altar, long dress, how good you look,
At only twenty years old, so young, from girl to poor woman.

You rowed through storms, you left your skin,
You were sentenced to five years and a month,
You curse its smells of rums, the promised land is gone.

Buccaneer galley that made you row,
That's how you tell the story of your marital mistake;
Among rums and flags drawing skulls,
The galley sails full speed ahead.

Buccaneer galley that made you row,
That's how you tell the story of your marital mistake;
Among rums and flags drawing skulls,
The galley sails full speed ahead.