Lima Limón :: Madurez

I wear a peineta & pin a mantilla to my hair

I want to be Conchita Piquer warning women

about becoming lemons. The goal: tener alguien

quien me quiera. I want to be my mother singing me

to sleep: A la lima y al limón, te vas quedar soltera.

My grandmother hated peinetas, mantillas & women

who wore too much gold. She'd say this pulling my hair

tight into a bun. She hated peinetas & mantillas:

Pero la necesidad obliga. I don't want to be the woman

whose skin dissolves into the caldos she makes

for her dying parents. That kind of woman cries alone

because she has no fat husband to make her cry

in a home of her own. A la lima y al limón, tú no tienes

quien te quiera. A la lima y al limón, te vas quedar soltera.