La papafrita [English translation]

I met her by the grace of the coincidence fairy

she blinded me with her talking sealed by the frivolities

with her belief in the astrologies on fashion on those days

and with her cult to the pagan gods like Elsa Serrano1

but a doubt was sparking and I was wondering

if I wasn't making a date

with a french, with a french fry

french fry...

At first she was like wood, then she became fire,

and to be seen with that bombshell lifted up my ego;

so I went forward in a succeeding attitude

until I saw that my premonition had a reason:

when she said with generous voice to go to McDonalds

I found out that the miss

was a french, was a french fry

french fry...

She fascinatedly was devoting herself to the renowned swindle

of the junk food and she was doing it the whole year long,

when the summer came she was moving to the salads

because she was feeling she was covered with saturated fats,

but no matter how much cauliflower or spinach the skinny ate,

her heart, and sorry for repeating it,

was made of french, was made of french fry

french fry...

I said I didn't mind, each one has his potato,

and if someday I suddenly thought "help, I'm scaping"

in a while I was dating her and her personification.

Today I don't understand that flash I had when she was looking at me:

though looking from an objective point of view she had her attractiveness

she was blonde, thin and long

like a french, like a french fry

french fry...

The relationship was getting too thick with the time;

I couldn't leave the girl: she was in my head.

She had the control of the things I was dancing her mambo

and my attempts to give to her world a deeper twist

were in vain, and I say one thing: I dug my own grave,

because in the end she was so infamous

that she dumped me for a fool

french fry... salami.

1. Fashion designer