Silueta porteña

When you walk by in the afternoons,
clattering your taquito on the sidewalk,
you mark the beats of melodious cadences
of a playful and street milonga.
And in your swaying you seem to dance it,
so that those who want to look at you and look at you look at you,
because you carry in your body the arrogance
and the majestic undulation of the porteñas.

Creole afternoon, with a limpid sky
embroidered with clouds, you carry in your hair.
Argentine vinchita that is all your pride...
And how much sunshine those eyes of yours have!

And the compliments that the boys say to you,
like little flowers that when you pass by they offer you
that you pick them up and twine them in your hair,
next to the headband with which you adorn your head.
Your body says your arrogance and your cadence
and your taquitos provoking on the sidewalk:
I am the Creole spirit made silhouette
and you are crowned the most beautiful and most porteña.