Chavales

Dad, don't tell me anymore that you were fed up with working at my age. That the dudes nowadays who ain't good for nothing, who ain't good for nothing, think they can fix everything with a pencil and an eraser.

That in a big bottle this weak youth hides the dreams of a man, how you see it, you haven't even lifted a finger.

Dad, you made me cry, your back hurts and my tired little head, I never wish upon you my damn exhaustion.

Dad, why don't you regret that I'm going crazy and can't figure things out. Philosophy class, I don't need anything else, I don't need anything else because day and night my life is studying. I have calluses on my elbows from working night and day in this little room alone, father for god's sake don't tell me I'm not giving it my all.

Dad, you made me cry, your back hurts and my tired little head, I never wish upon you my damn exhaustion.

I used to go see her every afternoon when I was a kid and you talked to my mother and squeezing her flesh you could kiss her, I kissed her nonstop, you don't lack a kiss father from your girlfriend in love. My days go by with failed exams, history and geography, dad I never have time to give a kiss to mine.

Dad, you made me cry, your back hurts and my tired little head, I never wish upon you my damn exhaustion.

You didn't have to leave the warmth of your home, your bed and your waking up. I live with these dudes that I don't know at all, that I don't know at all, I miss you mom at lunchtime. Mom, I have to study, you're falling asleep, it's already past midnight and at the crack of dawn my exhaustion begins.

Dad, you made me cry, your back hurts and my tired little head, I never wish upon you my damn exhaustion