You, the model wife
The cricket of the hearth
You, who has no flaws
In your wedding dress
You, the unyielding Penelope
Following your little
Man of happiness
Do you never cradle
In all good honor
Pretty wayward thoughts
Pretty wayward thoughts

Behind your curtains
In your proper environment
Waiting for the return
Of a suburban Ulysses
Leaning over your canvas work
On evenings of soulful waves
And melancholy
Have you never dreamed
Under the sky of another bed
Counted new stars
Counted new stars

Have you never yet
Called for your wishes
The passing flirtation
That grabs you by the hair
That tells you trifles
That puts the daisy
In the vegetable garden
The forbidden fruit
On the branches of the orchard
And disorder in your laces
And disorder in your laces

Have you never wished
To see again on the way
This angel, this demon
Who with his bow in hand
Shoots malicious arrows
That gives their womanly flesh
To the coldest statues
Topples them from their pedestal
Shakes their virtue
Tears off their fig leaf
Tears off their fig leaf

Fear not that heaven
Will hold it against you
There is really not there
Anything to whip a heart
That roams the countryside and gallops
It's the common fault
And the venial sin
It's the hidden side
Of the honeymoon
And the ransom of Penelope
And the ransom of Penelope

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