Mujer nocturna

Even if sleep could kill me
you will always tremble in my chest
with your white gala dress
you are the amulet of sleepless nights
you deceitful little fox!

Handled by boys and girls
tussling against all odds
with jealous and envious company
you are the feast of night and candles
and stone faces!

Mocking the heart, with you it's bread and onions.

Your silhouette is captivating
eyes cannot deny your sweetness
weary feet from a steady rhythm
your intention is not to kill or hurt them
but maybe you'll leave me!

You will say goodbye when old, I hope
I won't forget, nor will my companions
heat and cold pass without meaning
you may have been a friend, a wife, or a husband.

Mocking the heart, with you it's bread and onions