I would like to have someone close, here.
I don't want to wear maiden silks,
Wooden saints: that is not for me.
And if I die of old age without having a partner,
Tell me who will mourn a spinster.
True cries at her funeral.
I will remain single
even if I don't want to
Who will I marry
If my body is old?
The mirror doesn't lie
When I look at myself in it.
They say it is better to be a nun than to be like this,
Like I am, with my old dog,
My crying parrot, my one-eyed cat.
I am like a loose verse without rhyme, without a pair.
I am a lost soul counting moons,
Hardly I don't even have enough left to tell.
I will stay single
Even if I don't want to
Who will I marry
If my body is old?
He doesn't lie mirror
When I look at myself in it.

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