A Knight of no Century

Here in the 12^th century - or maybe the 21^st I can say

Where heroism and demons are free - probably even the Wi-Fi can also be

Where castles and princesses are just for fun - nah Facebook and Instagram are

Where your life is too short to live - of course not due the pollution at least.

As a Knight I must say - or I guess I could type

Obedience to my “lady” - maybe lying down with one for a day

Is the only way -  mmm… a short of despair?

For my dignity to stay - or for my thirst for pleasure to go away.

Though the “lady” can be - I don’t actually remember “her” beauty thankfully

What the others cannot see - gracefully the clubs conceal

And then there are the rules - which are forgotten after two rounds of shots

That society believe to be true - or I have them in a box for sure

And then there is the church - where I totally remember going there… when I was a child

That hates the disobedience as well - or my sexual partners I must say.

Why should I be

                        STUCK,         between

                                                Love and Death Penalty?

O, my dear “lady” - which forgotten is your name

Why aren’t you a book - or at least why you don’t reply to my messages

To look for - to know for sure

Your pages - your intentions

To be good - or to move.

O, my dear King - my dearest fear

Why aren’t you a cat - and why flirting is so hard

In order to my every disobey -  or to my every direct attempt without internet on the way

Your knife - your response

To be afar - to remain there where the ice never melts.

Alas, that’s how life must be

                             CRUEL

        And without PITY.

[El madrileño]