Fantasia y Realidad

'Sometimes, rains only get you wet' -he thought-
The hero of the fort in those years.
To leave the grave and not have a vocation
to any yoke that wasn't of a barrel.
Anxiously hummed melodies;
songs of sabers without rivets.
His actions in life rose
when he could eat the daughter,
of the 'honorable' senator.
A girl entangled in daddy's business,
drug dealer and subtle but 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 and Reality,
this story doesn't care.
The business kept growing for everyone,
for everyone except for those who wait
for those who sweat with impatience,
the 'shoeless' who don't get into this 'party'.
Kings and Santa Claus don't exist
and people only help people.
There's no one more deluded than the deluded
who still expect the hand
to be given by the one who governs.