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Through cotton thistles 
A young woman walks embroidering tears
With a seven month old
That moves and dreams in her womb.
The boyfriend who impregnated her
Has put a chastity belt on her
Throwing the lock
And taking the key
It is not known to what place.
Some voices count
How was it in summer
The groom turned into a frog
When the sun came up.
Every time the unborn
Kicking her in the belly
Her joy turns to sorrow
Thinking that when he is born
If he is born
She will be a single mother.
Single and miserable
She will spend her sad nights
Dreaming in the footsteps of a man
That with the key
Is coming to open the lock.
-Who cries at night?
A doubly unfortunate young woman
That her only fault was
Open her legs to Love
And be locked up
The chastity belt
That the boyfriend gave her penance
For getting pregnant
Getting ahead and behind
Her honor, her life and her heart
Leaving her at the expense of a child
That maybe will be born
Dead and cold in her arms.
The evil boyfriend
Wanted to get into a priest
Or commit suicide as a traitor
Thinking twice
And coming to her
Cumming with pleasure
To meet hisa son
And, with her, make love again
Next to some bushes.
They have already been married civilly
They can now see the moon and the sun together
And go to the summer pools
The boy, who is going to be a boy
Will meet his father
And the mother will not be criticized by anyone.
-Mom, I want a boob, the son will say.
-Give me Love from your chest, the father will say.
-Again the ing¡
Mother will think.

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