Amarraditos

Let's be tied up together
foam and velvet,
me with a rustle of starch
and you serious and haughty.

People look at us
with envy on the street,
the neighbors whisper,
friends and the mayor.

They say it's no longer in style
neither my big comb nor your hairpin,
they say it's no longer in style
neither my locket nor your belt.

I know what's in style
your big eyes and my pride,
when you walk by my side
under the sun and without hurry.

Our coachman awaits us
in front of the main church,
and we trot slowly along the promenade,
you greet by tipping the brim
of your best hat,
and I wave gracefully my handkerchief.

It's not in style, I know, it's not in style,
for me to put jasmine in your buttonhole for dinner...

Of course, it seems like a game
but there's nothing better
than being a gentleman
like those my grandparents saw.