Mujer de Lujo

You dress in blue to overshadow the sky,
And you find mirrors to be very sure,
That you are beautiful,
And that you must be offered tributes of sun if you give a kiss...

A narcissus the instinct that dominates your essence,
And idiotic the consumption of my time with you,
Broken dreams,
The ones you keep leaving in my life's assets...

What good is your body to me,
If you manage it with balances of what you want to give me,
What good is your mouth to me,
If the kisses fall from it and I pick them up humiliated...

Luxury woman, vase woman,
Woman of laughter, scent, and whims with futures of nothing...

Luxury woman, curtain woman,
Your head will adorn the room of a relic hunter,
And of the old ones without dreams...

I will try to find in a simple belly,
The warmth that the thaw that extinguished me so many times,
And I will give as gifts,
What is priceless and will not have in the market...

I wish you luck, the one you don't deserve,
The one you're not looking for, the one you never need,
While it lasts,
That perfect body that wears out over time...

What good are your hands to me,
If they are so far from a touch like I am from your dreams,
What good are your eyes to me,
If they couldn't care less if I leave or appear...

Luxury woman, vase woman,
Woman of laughter, scent, and whims with futures of nothing...

Luxury woman, curtain woman,
Your head will adorn the room of a relic hunter,
And of the old ones without dreams...

Without friends, without me, without anything...