Pilar

Ok, watch me dance, what you do with lovers, who know about finance, but have no peace, with all your troubles, your features ill at ease, your broad brimmed hat, placed next to Rioja, dark glasses,poor Caritas, you suck on Gambas, with a raging tolerance, shout Hijos de Huelva, at unshaven waiters, who run for cover, are my legs the shakers, that make you prance, our life left to suffer, carry on great artisan, venerate your mother.