In a bar in Chicago, was a Mexican. snake boots, a red bandana around his neck tight, long black hair
wore jeans and hip belt piteado.
with a tequila in hand.
had black eyes, who bared his soul.
The color of his skin resembled that of the earth,
Making clear its roots, Nahua.
ranchera played music, the mandolin denoted calm.
sang incessantly, music by José Alfredo,
all enjoyed watching him and his song disappeared suddenly
any kind of fear,
and happiness to everyone caused tears.
Among all had someone who seemed beautiful,
The structure of your body, your skin color,
More than beautiful or attractive, it seemed harmonious.
His singing, his way of looking, it seemed honey. was a female who is excited
With just the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving once,
In this Aztec at the bar sang
Every night at about ten o'clock.
eccentricity He imagined her naked skin,
His hands touching everywhere,
Feel the jungle between their legs and remain silent, O
be moaning until dawn.
He felt the eyes of this divine woman,
which caused him some lethargy,
The thought that his arms might fall,
He did sweat for a long moment.
came the end of the performance that night was already
, about one o'clock.
musician almost came to open his car
When he drag its American trembling.
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