Juana La Loca

After a whole life of office and pretense
After a whole life without being able to move your ass
After a whole life watching decent people
Mocking those who seek love against the current
After a whole life in a sad daydream
Collecting glances in the attic of desire
Suddenly one day
You stopped caring what they would think
If they knew
Your wife, your children, your doorwoman
And you went out
With heels and purse and Felipe the Handsome by your side
Since you started painting your lips
Instead of Don Juan we call you Juana the Mad
After a whole life sublimating instincts
Taking cat for hare; denying that you are different
After a whole life putting dams in the sea
Impeccable worker, exemplary husband and father
After a whole life without being able to show your feathers
Dreaming of naked bodies between foam sheets
Suddenly one day
You stopped caring what they would think
If they knew
Your wife, your children, your doorwoman
That at the Carretas cinema
A man's hand every night searches in your pants
Since you started painting your lips
Instead of Don Juan we call you Juana the Mad