Ojos de Dragón!

On cold Wednesdays
The Dark Station
To cowardly poets
It scares them

However, when
Your figure is coming
Firm and clicking
You make it painting

Elephant trunk, dragon eyes
Pasti, you become art in the Constitution

They discredit my art
Of seduction, my gummies
In nights of tango
And without stopping to look at you

They fall sitting on their butts
Your mice give no respite
They tell me: kid, you stole
What are you doing with such a huge mare?

Elephant trunk, dragon eyes
Pasti, flower of the south in Constitución

Then I tell them
That you exude sweetness
And that feature in your beauty
It produces a healthy envy
Imagine if I count
What we do in bed

Your gaze drives me crazy
I run over your lips
And, between saliva, it slides
The message of the wise men

Your eyes half closed
They seem to look at the eternal
Rolling wildly
We mock winter nights

In this convex game
Your back eclipses my navel
Your sex, for my sex
The most miraculous coat

Your back against my chest
Your breasts in the mirror
Reflecting from the ceiling
Sinful reflections

Elephant trunk, dragon eyes
Pasti, flower of the south in Constitución

And then I tell them
That you exude sweetness
And that feature in your beauty
It produces a healthy envy
Imagine if I count
What we do in bed