Medida do Sucesso
A medida do sucesso se mede
por onde
está escrito o nome da pessoa.
Se o nome está no prédio,
ou no produto
ela vitoriosa
e inspiradora.
Se o nome está em cima da mesa,
ela é seguidora.
Se o nome
está na camisa,
ela ainda não chegou.
Simples assim.
Categories:
camisa, business,
Form: Free verse
Was gold cross over alter fake or real?
Must be a metal made resembling gold.
T'was fake young lady's mind did surely feel,
not right apse having gold cross real to hold.
This so until then otherwise was told.
Her father wore cross gold on chain affixed
around neck, neath "camisa" white, not bold.
When wife did scold, prayers, oaths then he admixed.
Now lady wanted mother's friendship healed.
Was three years convent penance time enough?
In whisper she gives lines heart holds concealed:
" Mamacita, why did you make me do that?
I loved the gringo and he wanted to marry me.
‘Twas right.In sight of God, Mamacita,
‘twas right! I'm an old woman now. Eighteen's
too old.No one'll want me. Please don't make me
marry Arracho now that I've returned home.
He was bald when I was sent away - what's
he like now? Just because Arracho owns
Rancho de Plata isn't reason for me to marry him,
is it? Mamacita, can't you see that's wrong? Pedro,"
she directed thoughts to her older brother.
"You're mother's favorite. Holy Virgin, since
birth you've taken best of everything. You can
do what you want and there's no monastery for you."
Categories:
camisa,
Form: Free verse
Alguien marque el nueve once
pues mi corazón a recibido una sobre dosis
de un amor adulterado que ahora lo ha dejado
más atarantado que un balabarista en un alambrado
valgame Dios pues fue una simple voz
que le causo a mi corazón esta tremenda convulsión
la nena era lista bien vista en la pista
pero a solas se comportaba como nena de revista
dando el numero como preparando entrevista
y por atencion a cualquiera le quitaba la camisa
vaya esto se que causa tremenda risa
ahora en mi barrio no falta quien la pisa
ella es como la brisa que llega y se va de prisa
y si vuelve es solo pa' dejartela una vez mas liza
pero no se llama lisa mucho menos melissa
y su nombre es como un domingo de misa
va y se presenta y se pone su ceniza
por fuera hace el show y por dentro sigue siendo una canija
tiena el alma hueca como una vasija
quien lo fuera imaginado que me resultara una tremenda avispa!!!
Categories:
camisa, lost love, sad,
Form: Rhyme