What do you want me to do?
Seek the protection of an important man
and, like a vine, climb a tree
and not resist by myself?

No thanks!

To be a baboon with the vile hope
to get the smile of a cold face?

No thanks!

Do you have a toad for breakfast every morning?
Scratch my knees
and bend my spine
to drag me doing contortions?

No thanks!

That my left hand
scratch the back of some potentate
to be able to get a coin
while the right hand
bite the dust and receive the reward?

No thanks!

Using the gifts God has given me
to burn incense all day?

No thanks!

Struggling to insinuate my name
in the columns of the Gazette,
intrigue, scheme, be afraid,
fear that they will not appreciate my talent,
be a sycophant, distribute a thousand compliments?

No thanks!
No thanks!
And not again, thank you!

Instead
singing, laughing, walking my way,
to dream, free to see things as they are,
a voice that is virility,
be able to go wherever you want,
a word, a yes, a no,
compose or fight
More never write a line
without having heard it in my heart.

Walk any path under the sun,
under the stars,
without thinking that there is a fortune in reaching the end.
And with such modesty,
to tell my soul that flowers are enough,
grass, with thorns perhaps,
that they grow up in a garden that you can call your own.
In short
I'm too proud to be a parasite
and if my intelligence grows toward the sky
like a mountain pine,
it may not be very high,
but I'm alone.

-Only yes, but why that effort to make enemies?

I see how other people make friends,
everywhere, like a dog makes friends.
And when I contemplate so much canine courtesy I say to myself:
"Here comes, thank heaven, another enemy".