Ricardo Arjona
Miscellaneous
The Girl
The nanny woke her up at six forty-two
The girl wrinkles her eyes to keep out the light
Recites the usual prayer to fulfill God
Then a cross is drawn on her chest
Whose car is waiting two blocks to the south
Armed with textbooks, the driver takes her
br/>Mom says goodbye to her at the door waving her arms
The girl is nine years old, how did she know?
She has been followed for more than four months
And the The car waiting two blocks away starts the engine
A shot in the driver's temple, the girl drifts
A tree stops the inertia, they have her surrounded
Her forehead gave against the glass and opened a wound
The neighbors lock themselves in, no one has seen anything
And the hand that killed her driver now drowns out her screams
The girl is a one with zeros starting today.
The girl no longer wrinkles her eyes, she has not seen the light
In the branch of hell there are no windows
Her luck is quoted in bills from another country
Her life is a vulgar exchange similar to death
The girl is not going to go to her English class this afternoon.
The girl is a bundle tied up in a brown Chrysler
A shoe is pressing on her back, a handkerchief is pressing on her mouth
The girl is scared to death and she doesn't understand why
The girl doesn't know that sometimes God makes mistakes too
The girl is sleeplessness and news, the girl is not here.
Her planet changed size and measures four by three
Her sun is the light that sneaks under a door
The girl no longer sees the difference between a day and a month
The girl does not know if she is sleeping or staying awake
The girl has been searching for a reason for 3 months now.
The girl is six kilos lighter, she has pink yagas
Almost crazy dad, he breastfeeds again in the hospitals
The delivery is agreed with a manipulated voice
The same one that has been offering body souvenirs
And fear laughs at everyone and rubs its hands hands
The future makes a dog face if it wants to.
The girl no longer wrinkles her eyes, she has not seen the light
In the branch of hell there are no windows
Her luck is quoted in bills from another country
Her life is a vulgar barter similar to death
The girl has not gone to the ballet for ten months.
On the indicated day the money is under a bridge
The girl finally leaves the room where she was kept
Everything is going as agreed, there is nothing pending
Suddenly the boss bursts in at home without covering her face
The girl recognizes someone familiar in her face
The plans after the incident have had to change.