María and Mario

I tell you that I count minutes,

And I remember a story,

Vertiginously urban,

I do not know, I thought,

Well, Maria was a blonde,

With huge blue eyes,

And Mario a hair,

Of shining armor.

In the same minute,

Both crossed a park,

A minute later,

Their looks lined up,

At the third minute,

They fell madly in love.

At four minutes,

They already shared the roof,

One minute later,

Children transformed,

That family romance;

At six minutes,

Obligations abounded,

And in the seventh minute,

The itching was inevitable,

At the eighth minute,

They reconsidered their lives,

And a few minutes passed,

By different paths,

Until ten minutes later,

That casual park,

He rediscovered them.

And minute after minute,

Words for words,

Looks over looks,

Without the slightest trouble,

They spent whole hours,

Walking side by side for him.