Fantasia Y Realidad

'Sometimes, rains only get you wet' -he thought-
The hero of the fort in those years
To come out of the grave and not have a vocation
To any yoke that wasn't made of pipe

Anxious melodies he hummed
Songs of swords without rivets
His actions in life rose
When he could eat the senator's daughter

A girl entangled in daddy's business
A drug dealer and subtle but a party girl
They met working at Casanova
She selling and he making wallets

With open arms to this thief
The party welcomed him gladly
'Secretary of dough' during the week
He became a mule for all the powerful

Fantasy or reality
This story doesn't care
The business was growing for everyone

For everyone except those who wait
For those who sweat with impatience
The 'shoeless' who don't get into this 'party'
The kings and Santa Claus don't exist

And people only help people
There's no one more deluded than the deluded
Who still hopes that the hand
Will be given by the one who governs