El Titiritero
Alan Sutton y las criaturitas de la ansiedad
The Puppeteer
Puppeteer from Villa Pueyrredón
Plays with his puppets in Constitución
And people pass by and give coins
But they don't see him
They ignore that they are puppets too
Today with his hands
He enters another skin
Dressed in green and called Mailen
And dreams of being a dancer
While they move her feet
Unaware of the strings and the puppeteer too
And she looks at the people passing by
And says this is not real
And reinterprets with her hands
A world that only tells the truth
And survives one more day
Silver threads and a brown suit
The nostalgic Ramón enters the scene
And recites his poems
On a step
Poems too dark for a station
Silence, the show begins
From the door he hears the voices in the dining room
They reproach him, take us for a walk and give us heart
We long for freedom and only you can give it to us
All so lonely in the city
He puts away his puppets and goes back to rest
