Zapato Sin Pie

I live in the closet
of a certain princess
who lives without thinking about what she thinks.

I was a happy gift,
I think from the grandma
I'm from a top-notch cobbler,
inside the closet and so much loneliness
and I feel the urge to walk...
to walk.

I had two friends
a boot, an old shoe
that lost its laces,
but last month
closet raid
and now they live in a suitcase.

It's been a month since I've been worn
and I forgot...
that I'm just a shoe without a foot
... without a foot.

Not long ago, I've been noticing
another presence in the room
that opens the window,
never uses the door and every night
courts her, and in silence
they talk about who knows what
and the harsh silence makes me assume...
assume...

And I hear the phone ringing
and she goes crazy
how annoying to be the one who provokes her
if shoes have no heart...
why do I cry when the phone rings...

Call the doctor, I mean the cobbler
who mends my pain

It's been a month since I've been worn
and I forgot...
that I'm just a shoe without a foot
... without a foot.

My metaphor only feeds itself,
and in real life
I am the shoe
and she is the princess.