Imán de Mujer
Luis Eduardo Aute
Woman Magnet
Today I have one of those days
Where I would send everything to hell
I would even sign with pleasure
The act of my surrender
I would say: Goodbye to all that
As serious or even as an ascetic
I would climb a column
In the desert like Saint Simon
Or, like Onetti, perhaps I would try
To never leave the bed
Or I would catch the first flight to the Himalayas
To become zen
But, damn it
How to go from words to actions
With you there, naked
Repeating to me: My love, come, come, come
Only for you I stay here
Woman magnet, woman magnet
I'm going to get lost
But without leaving you
That the world was and will be a piece of crap
Enrique Santos said it
And today I have one of those days where I suffer
All that cruel poetry
Although I fear that I myself
Am the one who produces
More horror when I see myself understanding
The reasons for Cain killing Abel
I would escape to Transylvania
To become a vampire
To not see behind the mirror
The infamous creature that claims to be me
But you embrace me and even knowing
That your arms are a bad retreat
I throw myself into your hells
Where the devil who recreated you resides
