Autor: Israel Luengo García "Una Chica Trabajadora" ---------------------------------------------- Nacer, Crecer, Vivir y Morir Sin pausa, ni tiempo para dormir Estudios, trabajo, y todo a la vez Sin tiempo, ni ganas, ni para comer Viene tu Jefe, son mas de las diez. Te echa la bronca, por enésima vez… Le miras, sollozas, le pides perdón El no te mira, te odia un montón Por donde ibas, te has vuelto a perder En la pecera, se ha muerto hasta el pez La secretaria que ni pincha ni corta Se rie a escondidas, se rie y se ahoga Te pones mala, pero tragas y tragas con lo que te viene cada mañana. Son ya las tres, te vas a comer Estas hasta el moño, y se puede creer Llegas a casa, agobiada y rallada Te recibe tu novio, sin ganas de nada Por dios Andrés! Te huelen los pies! Y la camiseta? Si la llevas del revés!! Te desplomas en el sofá, tiemblas y sin querer pensarlo…lo piensas Ruegas: Dios Mío, Ayudame y dame fuerzas; Dios no responde, menudo rompecabezas. Esta es la vida, de las chicas trabajadoras y lo que aun le queda… pasar la aspiradora!!!. .. .. .. .. .. "A Working Girl" ---------------------------------------------- To be born, to grow, to live and to die Without pause, nor time to sleep Studies, work, and everything at once No time, no desire, no food Your boss is coming, it's after ten. He scolds you for the umpteenth time ... You look at him, you sob, you ask forgiveness He does not look at you, he hates you a lot Where you were going, you got lost again In the fish tank, the fish has died The secretary who neither punctures nor cuts He laughs in secret, laughs and drowns You get mean, but you swallow and swallow With what comes to you every morning. It's already three o'clock, you're going to eat You're up to the bun, and you can believe You come home, overwhelmed and grated Your boyfriend receives you, not wanting anything Oh my god Andrew! Your feet stink! And the shirt? If you wear it backwards !! You fall on the couch you tremble And without meaning to think ... you think Pray: My God, help me and give me strength; God does not respond, often puzzles. This is the life, of the working girls And what still remains ... pass the vacuum cleaner !!!.