\"What else could I ask from you, Sofia?
Knowing that loving you is a challenge.
Aesthetics is a branch of philosophy,
And I don\'t trust my foolish brain.
\"It\'s that I have had girlfriends in my biography.
And in the beauty I distrust,
I better do you a tomography,
Because I trust your brain the most.
\"When love is gone comes the epitaph,
That it is buried in Philadelphia.
The memory becomes the cenotaph,
When she remembers you weren\'t shit.
\"Remember when you inhaled gofio?
... pretending to own the mob,
And Elifio\'s lover,
But the doctor detected you an atrophy.
\"That you are Ecuadorian, it is because of the geography!
That you make references, is for the bibliography!
What do you know how to write it\'s because of the orthography!
That you «jerk off» a lot it\'s the fault of pornography!
\"«I feel» something for you; take me an x-ray;
Don\'t worry, I photograph my heart.
For you to understand the video, Sofia;
My heart beats like white-crested elaenia.
\"The dance your betrayal didn\'t choreographed.
I laugh, since maybe it filmographed
In another part of the scenography. I
saw you in bed with him, Sofia,
And with your mobile, I took a picture of you.
\"Anyway: if I am born again, Sofia,
I will study ethnography
To evade you; love wrote:
Emil doesn\'t believe in your «love», and that stunted him.\"