Pregunta Por Ti

Asking about you,
remembers you.
Knows the streets and everything about you.
Lights a bonfire
of love for you,
sends you postcards and cries for you.

And who cares
if you're round
like a ball,
twist your view,
wear a size fifty
or are taller
than all the doors.

Wants you
to go with her to the market,
buy a bag of fruit,
wants to die
from biting into sin.

Asking about you,
remembers you.
Knows the streets and everything about you.
Lights a bonfire
of love for you,
sends you postcards and cries for you.

And who cares
if you're heavy
even if it's not noticeable,
weak, dark,
edgy, cowardly,
clumsy, losing
the rhythm in the dance.
Wants you
to go with her to the movies,
buy a pack
of nothing
and turn off the lights
and die embraced.

And in her loneliness
she's like you,
invents stories
like you,
and she's already your girlfriend
and she's delighted,
your spring,
your beloved.

Wants you
to go with her to the river
and look for the witch of the forest
who knows things
about love and those messes.