La maleva

Maleva that you have returned to the nest
of your repentant garufa,
you are no longer the kept woman
that dazzled at the Pigall;
you no longer have any more
of luxury and milonga,
of vice and pleasure.
You go back to your first life
and the milonguera
becomes a woman again.

Maybe one day
listening to a malevo tango
will burn in your soul a desire
that will kill your heart.
You, who have always been
the queen of feasts
you no longer want copetines,
nor tangos nor bandoneon.

And now back in your neighborhood
and respected by all,
seeing your old lady delighted
with your regeneration,
inside your heart
you must think that affection
has spread its ermine mantle
to shelter you better.