Mi princesa

My princess
has no crown
she's not a person
of blue blood
she doesn't live in absurd fairy tales
she lives an unhealthy life
turns so republican at night
she has no castle
and wears thongs in red, purple, and yellow

My princess
has no servants
she doesn't trade calluses
for designer dishes
she left her Rolls & Royce at the pawn shop
next to a diamond
that caused a stir in Malasaña
and she has her kingdom
in the space between her legs
where I lose my mind

Like Juana the Mad
she abdicates in my mouth for a cunnilingus
she's not malicious
my princess, gentlemen, never presented the news...

My princess
doesn't give a speech
on Christmas Eve
doesn't appear on stamps
don't show up on the euros she gives to the camels
she doesn't give out trophies
she's lost in the lethal perfume of desire
and no one can tie her down
she doesn't need daddy and mommy
to checkmate

My princess
has a mortgage
the fleur-de-lis is dry
and a crappy job
she doesn't have a Velázquez among her paintings
she hangs out in bars
where there are always more frogs than princes
she's overflowing with nobility
although no one bows at her feet and treats her like royalty

When we're alone
she sweats so much protocol from her pussy
she's not greedy
my princess, gentlemen, never presented the news
and she catches the flu
thinking we'll end up like Letizia and Felipe