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