Pasaste con tu banda ancha orgullosa,
quedé como de malware invadido,
con tu outfit que atormenta mi sentido
y a mi humilde fibra óptica destroza
Expusiste mi código secreto,
colapsaste el sistema operativo,
de tus redes ahora soy cautivo,
descifrar tu algoritmo, qué gran reto!
Quisiera yo tu software conocer
habitar en el ram de tu memoria
tu data full de amor me da la gloria
es mi fuerza, mi fuente de poder
Tu voz: driver que nutre el pensamiento
Tu pelo: archivos en dulce cascada
Tu boca: clave de acceso privada
Tu cuerpo: hardware, ritmo y movimiento
Tu belleza sin igual desafía
mi modesta inteligencia artificial
me pregunto mujer si eres real
o producto de mi ágil fantasía
Mis sistemas por tu causa afectados
prisionero de tu chip ahora vengo
en tu nube en cada byte me sostengo
mis datos con los tuyos encriptados
Quisiera encontrar tu clave de acceso
unir mis canales con los tuyos
navegar entre suspiros y murmullos
amando sin hackear este proceso.
No permitas que ni el virus nos separe,
ni que el firewall detenga mi latido;
en la nube de tu luz me quedo unido
con el password que el destino nos depare
Expande tus archivos con mi amor
guarda mi backup muy dentro de tu alma
comparte información con toda calma
editemos nuestra historia a full color
Now that technology surrounds us and we have to go with the flow, it occurred to me that a boyfriend could write these verses to his girlfriend, and she would understand them perfectly because they speak the same “language.” For the “old-timers” of my generation, it would be like a coded message that needs to be decoded; in fact, to write them, I had to consult Google Translate to verify the actual meaning of each word. So I’ll leave it to you to try to figure it out.
You passed by with your proud broadband,
I was left as if invaded by malware,
with your outfit that torments my senses
and shatters my humble fiber optic cable
You exposed my secret code,
you crashed the operating system,
I am now a captive of your networks,
deciphering your algorithm—what a challenge!
I wish I could know your software,
dwell in the RAM of your memory;
your data, full of love, gives me glory—
it is my strength, my source of power
Your voice: a driver that nourishes thought
Your hair: files in a sweet cascade
Your mouth: a private access code
Your body: hardware, rhythm, and movement
Your unparalleled beauty defies
my modest artificial intelligence
I wonder, woman, if you are real
or a product of my vivid imagination
My systems, affected by you,
a prisoner of your chip, here I come,
in your cloud, in every byte I hold on,
my data encrypted with yours.
I’d like to find your access code,
to merge my channels with yours,
to navigate through sighs and whispers,
loving without hacking this process.
Don’t let even a virus separate us,
nor let the firewall stop my heartbeat;
in the cloud of your light I remain united
with the password that fate has in store for us
Expand your files with my love
keep my backup deep within your soul
share information with complete calm
let’s edit our story in full color
