Dear Valentina, time doesn't do its duty
And sometimes it worsens things
Believe me, I truly thought I had gotten over
A difficult moment
And even now it's not clear to me what mistake I've made
If the real mistake was mine
Because since my thirties you had been waiting for a man
With a sense of a duty
Because those who fall in love should not tell anyone
Or an imprudent emphatic idiocy
When caressing you while you're turned to the other side
I have the odd sensation of a love that's alight
That's exploded way too soon in my hands
And dear Valentina, what an unnatural effort it is to forgive myself
For being myself, for having been created so badly
Dear Valentina, time doesn't do its duty
And sometimes it worsens things
And you'll be the pretext
To explore
A small
Personal problem of philosophy
On how to get enjoyment out of
Being disliked by others
The way that, after all, you expect it to be
For example, it's not true
That I oftentimes dwell
On a single topic...