Nunca Tuvo Novio
Julio Sosa
Never Had a Boyfriend
Poor old maid you have remained
Without illusion, without faith...
Your heart of anguish has become ill,
Today your truncated life is a sunset.
You continue as before, rereading
The sentimental soap opera,
In which a girl waits in vain
Consumed by a love sickness.
In the solitude
Of your single woman's room is the pain.
Sad reality
Is the end of your loveless day...
You cry and while crying
Tears tremble your emotion;
On the pages of your old soap opera
You see yourself without strength to beat.
Stop crying
For the dreamed prince who never came
Even to pour
The melodious heap of his voice.
Behind the window,
While the drizzle hits the glass
With your eyes clouded with pain
You dream of a landscape of love.
Never had a boyfriend, poor thing!
Why didn't love come
To her humble girl's garden
To revive the flowers of her years?
I, with my heap of disappointments
Just like you, live without light,
Without a blissful caress
To make me forget my cross!
