Ella soñaba con vivir en Bahía (Mariana)

She dreamed of living in Bahia,
but in San Telmo she survived;
she took classes in independent theater
was happy showing her ass to so many people
intelligent.
She drank milk at La Martona on Corrientes
and pretended to be an independent woman.
She always played at being an enlightened woman
with a committed social policy;
she was aggressive.
In reality, she always felt attacked;
'In this environment, everything is a lost cause'.
While her lover huffed behind her
promising to be the last to force her,
and rescue her.
She thought this torment was a game,
to leave everything behind in search of other winds
to start anew among different people,
in another country and a different sky;
she was innocent.
She never joined those who faced reality seriously
of being women of the present;
after all, she was a liberated young woman,
adequately analyzed:
she was Freudian.
She played the heroine of laziness
and now for five long years she was thin
she sends postcards, without a bra, well-tanned,
with a certain Portuguese tone in the postscript.
She's already Bahian, my Mariana.