And even if I followed you
like north the north star
you would force the wind
on your windmill.
Who are you caressing, the shinny curls,
shinny loose hair
For who would you, crazy, change your temper,
your religion and birth certificate.
Who is the one drinking at your expense
not returning the change
she will pull your heart in the spindle
your two spindles.
And even if I took care of you
like a pupil of the eye
you would force the water
on your water mill.