Juana la loca [English translation]

After a whole life of office and craftiness

After a whole life without being able to move your butt

After a whole life seeing decent people

Mocking those that search for love against the current.

After a whole life without a sad fling

Collecting glances in the attic of desire…

All of a sudden one day

You stopped to think what they would think

If they knew

Your wife, your sons, your porter.

And you departed to the street

With heels and bag and Philip the Handsome by the waist.

Since you paint your lips

Instead of Don Juan we call you Joanna the Mad.

After a whole life sublimating instincts

Taking cat as hare; denying that you are different

After a whole life putting dykes in the sea,

Faultless worker, spouse and exemplary father.

After a whole life without being able to come out

Dreaming about naked bodies between sheets of foam…

All of a sudden one day

You stopped to think what they would think

If they knew

Your wife, your sons, your porter.

That in the Carretas cinema*

A man's hand each night searches in your fly.

Since you paint your lips

Instead of Don Juan we call you Joanna the Mad.