Prophecy

Prophecy

I was told yesterday
the double-edged language
you married a month ago,
and I was so tranquilo…
Any other in my case
It would have taken to mourn;
I, crossing arms,
I said, I was equal.

Nothing hit me a shot
or become entangled in curses,
or stone with sighs
the glass of your balconies.
That you've married? Good luck!
She lives a hundred years happy
and when it comes to the death
God not bear you that in mind.

If at the foot of the altars
my name is deleted you,
for the glory of my mare
that you not keep rancor.
Why without being your husband,
your boyfriend, or your lover,
I am that you most wanted,
I have enough with that.