Lele

Lele looks at herself, satisfied

Even though everyone thinks her lost

And the mirror sends her face back to her:

Even it didn't recognize her

Her mother worked hard

And certainly didn't die for love;

She remembers nothing of her father

Just a distant idea of rancor

And then she had wide hips

And four mouths to feed

And, at night, not even dreams

Only specters to forget

And now she looks at herself and laughs

And her eyes lose their color

Surely she would never have hoped

That death would take away her pain

Lele looks at herself, satisfied

Even though everyone thinks her lost

And the mirror sends her face back to her:

Even it didn't recognize her