Iluso [English translation]

It was a grey thursday, it was raining

"Call me a cab", she said

while in the lobby of a cheap hotel

She had just rented her skin for a while,

and she feels the satisfaction of a task well done.

Acrobatics of faked pleasure,

An orgasm for rent, with sounds

She puts her mouth on the scarce lipstick

Scratching the paving stone, her steps.

"Who's got something for my nose?", she asks

"Could my handkerchief be of use?"

I disguised my bait with ingenuity

"Something to keep me up, you idiot,

If you give me something you could ask for my clothes"

"Where can I find snow for sleeplessness, now?"

"I think a hundred could be enough, do you dare?"

My flat is just around the corner

I'm lonely just like you, you floozy

I'm inviting you to see the first light together, tomorrow

I don't need you to unmake my bed".

It's not what you do with your mouth,

my broken doll, what I'm asking for.

You can leave your clothes on,

my broken doll, I don't need them.

It's not to quell the fire, to drown your waist,

what I'm looking for.

It's just a bit of sweetness

to see if it heals what I'm going through.

She said "yes" without a smile. "Walk"

"Tell me if sex without pleasure turns you on."

"Only if the client is a woman, you know?"

Pretending, I claimed: "Of course!"

"Don't think I find it odd,

everyone's got their own taste and passion", I told her.

"Could I hold your hand?"

"Give me a hundred for starters, and we can talk"

I searched my pockets, but there was nothing.

I searched under the mattress and there they were.

I gave it to her as if buying a couple of wings.

It's not what you do with your mouth,

my broken doll, what I'm asking for.

You can leave your clothes on,

my broken doll, I don't need them.

It's not to quell the fire, to drown your waist,

what I'm looking for.

It's just a bit of sweetness

to see if it heals what I'm going through.

She said "yes" without a smile. "Walk"

She looked over the bedside table and without a a smile... "Wait,

if the one on your bedside table is your ex, there's no deal".

"Do you know her?", I asked, puzzled.

"She left you to be with me, you fool".

• Artist:Ricardo Arjona