Maria Rosa

Are you seeing that woman with white hair
Wearing rags and clogs
Asking at the doors for pieces of bread?

I met her when she was young, an angel of beauty
Her name is Maria Rosa, her surname: Passion
The rags of her clothes are not just a necessity
Each one represents a longing for her

Either for a ball gown, or for a gift, perhaps
That one of her lovers gave her
One day Maria wanted to put on the fantasy of past times
To have in her gallery some new lovers

This woman who once enchanted so many people
Received no looks now, found no smiles
So from the old dresses that were once her favorite
She had this cape of remembrance made

You Marias of today, love only once
So that later this cape won't fit you