I am a child
Despite my forty-three years
Despite my many lovers
One child ...

And I'm a little girl
A small, a weasel
Feathers larks
A little girl ...

My kids contest my maternal protests
But I defend myself
And keep a child
Passionate and at times
I throw myself to the torments
One child ...

My soul challenges the assurances of my skin
I dream now
Because I am a child
I turn back the time
Hair and skirt in the wind
One child...