My first woman was a harpy,
but boy, the gazpacho she had
was just right. 1
Her name...let's call her Sofia.
One bad day she put the suitcases
at the feet of the statue, of a poet,
who is inmortalized in his circus.
After, don't be amazed,
registering to her name,
my duplex,
my visa, my past,
her hurry and her future,
leaving me laying down without a dime.
The straw that broke,
ladies and gentlemen
her love's back,
was the cholesterol.
Sick, after two heart attacks
of getting close to the third...
to the systole and the diastole of my heart
I put a pacemaker,
that was delayed
making interferences
on the TV frequency.
Since I lost her
until today, poor me,
more drunk everytime,
I roll from counter to counter:
hey: Do you have gazpacho?
But...how beautiful she was
when she was going by the street arm in arm,
Haven't you looked at me?,
asking that bombshell to love me
Don't you think it was
asking too much?
My second woman was a witch,
and me, so idiot that I kissed
the floor she stepped.
Her name...let's call her Maruja.
That day I returned soon from the job,
and in my bed, under an idiot,
a naked lady was doing it.
And I who never
have been in an orgy,
taking off my boots,
I said: "this is mine",
and so much it was,
the one of stilettos was Maruja.
"Between that idiot and I,
like Jupiter thundering,
you choose" I said,
What did she answer?
without hesitating,
"I'm going with the idiot".
And you, did you think that I was the idiot.
Well not, that whore
was coming and going,
wearing her boots,
with the least idiot of both.
Do you know what?
that idiot and I
we became good friends,
the day Maruja left us...for another idiot.
But...how beautiful they were
my second woman and the first,
Haven't you looked at me?,
asking them on top of that to love me
Don't you think it was
asking too much?
My third woman was, gentlemen
of all the loves I lost
the one that hurted me the most.
Did you guess it? Her name was Dolores. 2
But, on my birthday, my darling
told me: "Though you're mean, Joaquinito,
I have a little gift for you"
With her holy unconsciousness
she declared she was expecting,
and I, who swore
to die without descendence,
like my father died,
to the future mother, dismayed:
"There are pains that kill!"
I yelled ached
"And haven't you thought
of thinking that your husband
whould have prefered
another tie?"
It's a girl, a posh girl, not even a boy!
Finally, with twenty years,
a stranger took her,
and I haven't lost a daughter,
I gained a toilet. Pardon me!
Sofia dressed me,
Maruja decorated me,
the only thing missing
is to take classes of painless birth... with Dolores.
But...how beautiful they were the three of them
specially the third,
Haven't you looked at me?,
asking them on top of that to love me
Don't you think it was
asking too much?
1. It's a way of saying he had very good sex with her2. Female name that also means Pains