Así son ellas
Hinojosa Nicho
That's How They Are
Don't need to understand them,
Just love them,
The most beautiful things in this creation
Are the flowers and them
Don't need to understand them
Because they are a dilemma
With every glance from their pretty eyes
A thousand poems are born
Sometimes they are sweet, affectionate, and tender
Sometimes just obscene words
With harsh reproaches
Full of outbursts
But that's how they are
Blue mornings and golden afternoons,
With sun and rain,
With laughter and tears,
Full of contrasts,
Fleeting stars
And sometimes stars
And that's how they are
Angels from heaven,
Tenderness and passion, hatred and love,
Silk and velvet
Sometimes they are sweet, affectionate, and tender
Sometimes just obscene words
With harsh reproaches
Full of outbursts
But that's how they are
Blue mornings and golden afternoons,
With sun and rain,
With laughter and tears,
Full of contrasts,
Fleeting stars
And sometimes stars
Don't need to understand them, just love them
