The young apprentice painter who yesterday
He swore that my paintings were his catechism
Today, as you see that the public is starting to listen to me,
It does not say that I paint as well as Picaso.
On the other hand, the neighbor who never greeted
Every time the chance or the elevator brought us together
He came yesterday to tell me that my last novel
It excites her more than all Camilo José Cela.
And what to say about the bold and determined manager
Who did not receive me, who was always reunited?
Today, wagging his tail, he approached like a dog
To ask that we give him candle in this funeral
And I said: no,
No no no no no no
It is already withered
The daisy
That in the past I've leafed down.
The clumsy briefcase that until yesterday affirmed,
That with the banderillas nobody surpassed me,
Now I cut ears and applaud the seven
He does not say he's as good as Antoñete.
Caballé herself who denied me her favors,
The dive that happened so much of singer-songwriters
He called to say: 'I am in your debt,
Mola more your Madrid than the aranjuez of Rodrigo. '
And what about the critic who indignantly accuses me
of playing too much Russian roulette?
If I had not risked maybe he would accuse me
To stay hanging in Melancolía street
And that if not,
No no no no no no,
It is already withered
The daisy
That in the past I have neglected myself.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)