Acosado (en inglés)

On your desk
A photograph of a blonde angel
And a brunette woman
Everything’s from twenty years ago
He comes to the office early
And whilst he drinks his coffee
He perceives that perfume of roses that fascinates him

And that woman who shares his space every day
Looks for the moment of a smile
And he pretends and lowers his gaze
And that woman pursues him without mercy every morning
And provokes him and seduces him
And has slowly stolen his soul

And he’s come home late
And his wife smiles as she hugs him
Today, as yesterday, she loves him
It’s more than twenty years now
Since they were face to face
And swore eternal love
One summer day and forever And that woman, desiring a forbidden dream
Leaves her nets and goes for him
And little by little she tangles everything
And that inevitably enamored woman
Has desired him and loved him
And has slowly stolen his soul

And that woman who shares his space every day
Looks for the moment of a smile
And he pretends and lowers his gaze
And that woman pursues him without mercy every morning
And provokes him and seduces him
And has slowly stolen his soul