Look at him,
how he's thinking about his family
kissing all the crazy girls in the nastiest corners
they aren't even the prettiest
but yeah, the pig-nastiest!
Look at him,
doing the most undesirable things,
smoking pot and lying to tons of people
with his community project.
He's like a toad in the deep part of a ditch
no better than that . . . a toad . . .
Tall and dark, like some Andean god.
When he brings a bottle of beer to his lips
it's so beautiful he looks like Alcibiades.
But don't get yourselves confused,
feminine hearts.
He's a scourge.
Look at him,
a block away from his house!
Making out with a guy from the park
like they were Moon and Mystery.
And after he'll say that he's thinking about his family . . .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem