Fangal

I saw her coming in a crooked way, she swayed, she swayed, on the edge of the swamp! Poor girl who was born in a tenement with brick floors, the cistern, and the grapevine! Someone dropped the banana, which she accidentally stepped on, and just when I saw her coming, already lying down, I grabbed her. I was a fool, because I thought I invented honor there. A fool who picked up a tomato and thought it was a flower. And I'm still a fool when I presume that I saved love, since she was the one who punched me to break my sorrows.
You see, I returned to the dirt of living laid out. Damn!, if only I could fool myself into thinking I saved her. That's what the fool said while the thing frolicked, frolicked already lost in the swamp, and he drank a disastrous gin among drunks and crooks at the table of that bar. If someone dropped the banana, he, who was a fool, pushed her, and just when he saw her coming, already lying down, he clung to her. I was a fool...