Ni blanka sos ni preta sos ni kosa de alabarte, la sempatía a mí me dio te va tomar de baldes. Por hermosa no te tomí, por tí daré la vida; hablaron mal tus amigas, te aborrecí, kerida. El ke a mí m’abandonó ke siempre me trataba, decía ke se va a matar si yo me separaba. Agora ke me separí lo kito de la idea, otro no meto en el korasón: no tengo konfiensa. A kasar te vas, kerido, y a kasar te vas, mi amor ke te kubres y ke llores y de mí ke te akodres.
You are neither fair nor dark,
nor something to be praised,
charm was what drew me to you,
you will take it all in vain. I did not take you for your beauty,
for you I would give my life;
your friends spoke ill I grew to hate you, my dear. The one who abandoned me,
always treated me kindly,
said she would kill herself
if ever I left her. Now that I have left her,
I drive it from my mind,
no other will I take to my heart:
I have no more trust. You go to marry, my beloved,
you go to marry, my love,
you will cover yourself and weep,
and remember me.
From Ventanas Altas de Saloniki, 2013.
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