When they came to school
and someone took one half of the child
his father beat him by letting him out
He had to break his face without crying
If he started drawing his houses and suns, he would tear them to pieces
The males play the balls and fight
B? Scate a kite and stop dreaming
He could not say he was afraid
He could not say that it hurt
He could not say that what he did was wild
He could not cry as he thought
He could not ask for any help
He could not help swallowing his bitterness.
Who?
Who has a son in the entrails?
Who is he? giving breakfast
to buy it tomorrow?
Who? Who? Who?
Who?
Who plays with alchemy?
Who wants to make brains
and only sowing the dead?
And erosion brought him a sex
And a presence before life
Sealed by a strong umbilical cord
For his sexual filiation will judge him?
Today the files overflow
of psychopaths and prejudices,
of mutilated fantasies of horror,
of patched on the forehead and love.
It's no use being friends,
It's no use being a brother.
Sex is the universal judge of the human being
And if you are a woman, do not ask for water
if you change of man per week.
Hate follows you inevitably bed to bed
Who?
Who has a son in the entrails?
Who is he? giving breakfast
to buy it tomorrow?
Who? Who? Who?
Who?
Who plays with alchemy?
Who wants to make brains
and only sowing the dead?
Who? Who? Who?
Who?
Who? Who? Who?
Who?
(1969)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)