Ellas.

Ellas.

A Poem by m.s
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A poem in spanish.

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Ellas, with their passanger loves and their tight jeans, long hair up to their waist, with theirs heads always held up high, even with a crashed spirit. I envy them, ellas, they were never barefoot or ugly, always getting what they wanted, with their beautiful eyes framed in fake eyelashes and their always perfectly red lips. Ellas, walking around moving their hips, never losing that sparkle, that sensuallity that makes them colourful, impossible to ignore.
Nobody denies them a sit on the bus, nobody gets in their way. I look at them and I wish I was one of them, always wearing perfume, never alone, never lost. I tend to lose them in the dark of night, a ellas, who run away before the sun goes up, they lock themselves in their rooms and, still in the shadows, they cry.
"Roy, they’re the salt of the earth, those girls. They don’t sit each night and compare notes on groups, criticising lyrics, asking if it’s valid. They just play the record… yeah, and maybe they dance. I love them. I love them dearly." - David Bowie.
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Ellas, con sus amores pasajeros y sus pantalones ajustados, el pelo largo hasta la cintura, con la cabeza siempre en alto, aún con el espíritu destrozado. Las envidiaba, a ellas, que nunca andaban descalzas ni desalineadas, siempre consiguiendo lo que quieren, con sus hermosos ojos enmarcados en pestañas postizas y sus labios perfectamente rojos. Ellas que se pasean de aquí para allá moviendo las caderas, sin perder esa chispa, esa sensualidad que las hace vistosas, imposibles de ignorar.
A ellas nadie les rueda los ojos, nadie les niega el asiento en el transporte público, nadie les estorba en el camino. Las miro y a veces quisiera ser ellas, siempre perfumadas, nunca solas, nunca sin rumbo. Suelo perderlas en la oscuridad de la noche, a ellas, que huyen antes de salir el sol, se encierran en sus cuartos y, todavía en la penumbra, lloran.

"Roy, ellas son la sal de la tierra, esas chicas. Ellas no se sientan cada noche a comparar notas entre los grupos, o criticar letras, preguntándose si son válidas. Simplemente escuchan la canción… Y sí, quizás a veces bailan. Las amo, las amo muchísimo." - David Bowie.

© 2014 m.s


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Added on May 8, 2014
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m.s
m.s

Argentina



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