El Oso que Afinaba Pianos

I'm more flirtatious than sweet,
and even though I'm never still,
I resemble a bear more.

Bear by curves and by demeanor,
and even if it's not elegant,
more than fierce, I'm affectionate.

In an unfair battle I fight against my love handles,
which in gastronomy are besieged and overcome by cravings.
The diet is foreign to me, like morning prayers to a whore,
and I barricade myself in the fridge, like a whore in stubble.

This war doesn't distinguish between cousins or brothers,
the fat retreats, rests, and returns.

I'm a bear pretending to be an elf.

I'm the bear who tuned pianos....