In life I met a woman like the skinny one, black coral from Havana, tremendous mulatto, 100 pounds of skin and bones, 40 kilos of salsa, and in the face of the sun is that they speak without words, that they speak without words. The skinny one sleeps during the day, she says that this way hunger deceives, and when night falls she goes down to dance at the bar and dance and dance and drink and drink, one beer after another, but she never gets fat, but she never gets fat. For a kiss from the skinny one I would give anything, for a kiss from her even if it was just one. I pick up my white sheets as the song says, remembering the caresses I give myself on the first day, and I go crazy wanting to sleep next to her, because God who is skinny has me crazy, has me crazy. For a kiss from the skinny one I would give anything, for a kiss from her even if it was just one. Even if it was just one. Even if it was just one. Even if it was just one. Even if it was just one. Even if it was just one. Even if it was just one. Even if it was just one. Even if it was just one. Even if it was just one. Even if it was just one. Even if it was just one. Even if it was just one. Even if it was just one.