Mala Entraña

You grew up among thugs
Hoodlums and bullies
Among people of twisted paths
You rolled out your action
Because of your appearance, in the suburb
Balconies flourished
And you conquered
Sensitive hearts
With your established prestige
As a handsome and manly man

Rare mix of magnate
Born in the slums
You are the Florida street
That came to the slum
Buddy from my corner
Who only changed clothes
I always think when I see you
Throwing yourself at characters
That you are a mixed jailbird
With a thrush's whim

Thug from the pavement
You gambled with a big hit
The fortune with your old lady
Could live a whole month
Impassive against the chips
In the wild nights
Or in the circus of Palermo
When with a punch and a slap
You lose yourself for a neck
The coin you have

And that's why you settled
Your indifferent sign
Insensitive to the flattery
Of life and suffering
Your poor mother died
And on the marble of your forehead
Not a shadow, not a wrinkle
That would reveal, eloquently
That your mother was not a dog
And that you know how to feel

But in the end everything ends
In this sordid life
And even the straightest one wrinkles
If they make it bend
You, who are more stretched
Than a deli's fabric
God forbid that you get caught
By the bad, lousy life
Because if not, like a wire
I'm going to see you roll