Cierta Historia de Amor

I was a quiet boy
until I found my
most golden dream, which was a woman
a bit older than me.
She was thirty-five
and I eighteen in my favor (dubious favor).

It started with her giving me
two shirts and a dress
to give to my mom.
That was followed by a rain
of little gifts for me (for my burial).
I even rubbed my hands
when I found out she lived alone
since she finally got divorced.
And at her house, I had snacks,
meals, and breakfasts until I got fat
(almost bursting, as you can see).

I had everything and I got lazy:
I spent the day from reading to love.
'What does my owner want?,
what does my charm want?,'
she said to me with a sugary voice
if I was going to move.
I had everything and I got lazy:
I spent the day from reading to love.

My friends commented
that I was truly a devilish barbarian
and the conquistador fame was born.
The girls looked for me,
I pinched my arm
to see if I was dreaming.
I learned from a good friend
to hit my woman,
to wear the pants
as tradition goes.
And she came to my work
to surprise me
in something illegal (it was normal).

I realized things
were no longer in place
when she started sewing
the clothes on me as I left.
Then came the commotion,
the accusations, and the tears at night.
And time passed...

I decided to leave her when one night
I woke up and saw her lunging at me
with pruning shears for her plants,
while swearing to me that
she wouldn't see
another woman
ever.
I put on my clothes and ran out
amid threats I can't repeat.
I put on my clothes and ran out
without golden dreams, but with honor intact.