Prison, of course,
no matter that the bracelets
should have been
mine
A kind man comes
and sets me free
he shares his food
and lets me sleep
in the stable
with horses,
dreaming
of wild manes
and flying hooves
Soon La Marquesa comes to visit
and the kind man has to put me
in chains
Pretend, he whispers,
pretend you have suffered the whip
and the work
and the weeping
she expects
When nine days have passed
she brings me a new set of elegant clothes
How weary I am of being rescued
by my tormentor!