A las seis en punto

I put the broom down
Washed my hands
Kept on singing
But very softly,
Didn't comb her hair, no
Nor did the dishes
Dropped the cake
And changed her dress

Didn't read the newspapers
What a sadness
Because in the end
They always, always say the same thing
Didn't want anything
To ruin her party
And when night came
She went to bed content

Early in the morning
She woke up radiant
And wrote with toothpaste on the bathroom mirror
A new name
With her last name

Raised the glass,
The empty glass
And toasted to no one,
Full of joy,
She said a verse,
A verse by Whitman
To the swallow
That flew by quickly
She hugged the pillow
And danced with it
Tried to smile
Ended up crying
Was very scared
But it was so beautiful,
At six o'clock
My friend had a baby.