Pajarillo

Makeup in bulk
She used daily
And sold her skin
At a high price
From eight
To ten
On a corner
She was a young unfaithful
She was rose
And thorn
And her name was
I don't know
I never knew
I never asked her
I never had
Her time
In her skin
She was a brat
And only
I looked at her
From well
to well

And she was a little bird
With white wings
From balcony
to balcony
From square
to square
Seller of love
Offering
To the highest
Bidder
With her tune

Five winters
Passed
And there
She was
The same
Hour
As yesterday
The same
corner
She was young
Unfaithful
And still had
The rose
Of her skin
And a bigger
Thorn
And she smiled
As she passed
By the onlookers
Under that
Lamp post
Night after
Night
Twenty times
They took her
Captive
And she sang
Her song
Behind
The bars

And she was a little bird
With white wings
From balcony
to balcony
From square
to square
Seller of love
Offering
To the highest
Bidder
With her tune

Her skin wrinkled
And the makeup
Wasn't enough
To cover
The mark
Left by
The sixth winter
The color ran out
And even
The breath
And from eight
To ten
Alone
On the corner
Remained
That lamp post
And that
Thorn
The rose
Sealed it
Where would she go
Her name was
I don't know
And she smiled

And she was a little bird
With white wings
From balcony
to balcony
From square
to square
Seller of love
Offering
To the highest
Bidder
With her tune