I can’t help but feel bad because they
Express themselves like that against me.
They grow tired of me
As if being around was a heavy burden.
I think little of it if they hurt me, mistreat me,
Reprimand me, and exclude me.
I am strong
I have resistance.
My husband has long been gone,
I am alone.
Rosa and Trino are my strength,
Because of them I live,
Because of them I do not die of sadness.
With loud music, I speak to my beloved,
And so I live, and so I continue.