Majas

[poliphilo]

MAJAS

 

The secret is there is no secret.

What do men want? What do women want?

Quien sabe?

 

                   In comes Time

To sweep away the derelict flirts

With his besom broom. And what do they know?

                                      

Glitter and shadow.

 

                             It was so fine                 

To be looking down from the balcony.

Our men had reputations so

They muffled their faces.

 

                                      Feminine smiles

And laughter: they are sinister

And damn attractive.  Even the toothless

Laughter of crones is so damn attractive.