Qué Poca Cosa
Cafe Quijano
What a Small Thing
Kicking cans,
Throwing stones at dogs,
Looking under skirts
That go up the stairs.
They say he had a good education
And more money than he needs,
Crazy hair, completely crazy,
Looks like a saint, sane saint;
Counts the cracks in the sidewalks, what a small thing!
What a small thing life is,
How close madness is,
Take away my doubts,
I want to know
How one can live with so much bitterness.
Sleeps in a robe and socks,
Ties his boots with three knots,
With long, black nails
He digs into his greasy hair.
Steals newspapers in bars,
Rings doorbells in doorways,
Has childlike gestures,
Looks at himself in shop windows,
Holds a rosary in one hand
And never prays.
What a small thing life is,
How close madness is,
Take away my doubts,
I want to know
How one can live with so much bitterness.
