She was the fattest whore
I had ever seen,
the fattest woman I had ever looked at. she
she had a dress of iridescent silk,
beads around her neck, an ostrich fan,
delicate hands.
One told her: disgusting mountain Of fat
laughed and shook his body as if to say yes,
oh good Jesus, certainly yes.
Doing it with you shouldn't be comfortable,
you're as fat as three.....
but no, instead they tell me
what a beautiful place you have
you're bigger beautiful Marilyn
or Evelyn, I can't remember anymore.
He laughed and shook his head,
sputtered something, as if to say yes.
Do you see how the world is going?
This is how the world is!
My soul does not drip honey and sweetness,
happyness and truth, natural needs.
But I have a little girl, in the intervals,
who caresses my white hair.
And the years become docile to her touch
She kisses me on the cruel cheeks
And patiently plays with branches she intertwines me
With her cat-like pupils
She was April or maybe it was May?
By chance I met her again
I laughed and shook my head at her
I nodded something as if to say yes.
Do you see how the world is going?
This is how the world works!