La Villerita

The little villerita
Tin, cardboard, and metal shack,
She paints her lips,
Combs her hair,
Golden blonde freshly dyed
That was black yesterday.

Deceptive heels,
Only seventeen scarce years
Just turned.
She flies from the nest,
The grandmother takes care
Sleep peacefully
My sweet child...

Fly dreaming of having one day
Like everyone else, the well-deserved happiness,
The one that magazines envy her,
Bad seed, lost bullet...
Fly, her ambitions fly high,
Dream of finding solutions for her life,
To banish the misery from her corners
Roof and shelter without deprivations...

I saw you naked, your shamelessly cold body
Under the coat,
And in love
For two cents, the same judge
Who has condemned you.

Supermarket
Selling kisses, pleasure, and delights
For a few pesos
Twenty windows
Before the bridge, very little light
Pan-American highway...

Fly high so they can't reach you,
Fly so the mud vultures can't reach you,
Those who only pull the cart,
Eight forty, they must be erased!
Fly high, wounded dove,
Fly if you want to change your life,
Fly before the night covers your days
My dove! Wounded dove!

Fly high so they can't reach you,
Fly so the mud vultures can't reach you,
Those who only pull the cart,
Eight forty, they must be erased!
My dove! Wounded dove!
My villerita! My dove!