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Lucía: No, I don't want to fight anymore,
I'm tired of always asking loudly
For a place in your life, I don't want to be the hysteric anymore,
To have what I have lovingly earned. . .
Joaquín: And what can you complain about?
Since you've been by my side, tell me what you've lacked,
What are you going to talk to me about?
There's nothing to do, you won't change,
It's useless to try to satisfy you, you always want more. . .
Lucía: How long has it been since you asked me how I am,
If I'm happy, what I did yesterday, where I come from and where I'm going,
If I think of you, if I have sorrows, joys, or hopes,
I'm not an animal that you alone have to feed. . .
How long has it been since you don't hear or see me, deny it,
That your hands don't even remember my skin,
That you haven't made me feel like a woman again,
I won't be just a doll for you to dress up. . .
Lucía: That's why I won't fight anymore,
And I apologize if my way of speaking has bothered you,
But decide now,
Start changing your ways, or you won't see me anymore. . .
Joaquín: I fought tooth and nail to pave the way for us,
And give you the best, and yet I must ask for forgiveness,
It's useless to talk to you, you're always right. . .
Lucía: How long has it been since you asked me how I am,
If I'm happy, what I did yesterday, where I come from and where I'm going,
If I think of you, if I have sorrows, joys, or hopes,
I'm not an animal that you alone have to feed. . .
How long has it been since you don't hear or see me, deny it,
That your hands don't even remember my skin, you must know,
That by your side, I don't feel like a woman,
I won't be just a doll for you to dress up. . .