Lo Que Fuiste

You were the graceful and humble seamstress
Who dressed up the neighborhood in a wild spring
Your mischievous eyes caught the attention of the boys
And in sweet verses, the muleteer sang to you
Your skillful hands wove the lace
Of many rich outfits that weren’t meant for you
And the thread between your fingers spun
The web of dreams and fantasies that your soul trapped

An offer reached your ear
Like a lament asking for love
It spoke of luxury that you dreamed of
And you gave your heart away
And once they saw your sorrow
That the neighborhood, girl, was unintentional
And in the conversations, someone mentions you
You go to the shadow of the good old days

Today you’re a girl rolling through life
Your laughter and your sorrows like false beasts go
With bold parties, a shine that fascinates
On nights of morphine, poker, and champagne
Your sweetness lied
That came to speak of love
Drowned its passions in the hours of desire
And those rich outfits that were your ambition
Have dressed your poor heart in rags

The party laughs and the tango lets
Its complaint sound over pleasure
And nearby you hear so many lies
While you sigh, who knows what
No one among the flight of my madness
Will discover your bitterness
I know your sad eyes say
That what you were, you can no longer be