Mar 14th 2009 Women
Today everyone has asked about you,
How you’ve been, and where you were…
I didn’t know.
I remember faces, smiling and laughing.
I remember your eyes…
Oh those lovely eyes of yours.
I was a fool.
Beautiful women have lay down with my books.
Over my poems they would let down their hair.
But they were hardly aware of me.
Where have they all gone to?
The country road is nice and inviting, but it is not for me, not anymore…
Constantly, I think of you, you who left behind your guitar and your beautiful self
Engraved in my mind.
But the evil men have now set their eyes on you, all of you.
The evil men are after you, and this is beyond my control.
Without effort, I realize that a man constantly suffers
That his heart is as fragile as the feelings of a baby
That when involved with a woman he loves
His mind gets confused, he feels insecure
And he becomes more of a man
When he conquers the heart of a different lady.
Considering the fact that a man, in confrontation with another
Like an animal, he shows his teeth, brings out his nails, bites, screams
And combs his hair.
Realizing also that a man can get extremely sad
That he can become quiet, as if about to cry
Especially when he discovers that the women he loves
Are no longer mine.
(Oscar Fuentes contributed this.)
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