En Horas Hábiles

Keep silent
Sometimes I should keep silent
Silence what I see, what I hear, turn my face and not realize
Return to my deaf ears and my mute hands
My tongue a rag and my heart of marble
I should tie my steps, burn my eyes
But it turns out I can't

I don't live just to pass the time, nor do I accumulate ideas to be wiser
Nor do I record what I hear to repeat it alone
Always alone, very loud
I fought with some for what I do
One day notes grew from my fingers and others were the ones who played them

I set out to miss only during business hours
I talk about love because I seek it, I try to understand it and it's not easy for me
I avoid intellectualism as much as I can
And I get bored like never before with those who take me for that

It's just that I'm not ready, I'm never ready and everything surprises me
And everything provokes me, I miss the applause as much as the boos

I don't expect anything other than understanding
To leave a curious seed that will sprout over time
I'm playing, it's true, but someone stole my childhood
When it was still mine
And not because of that I grow up and not because of that I shout
I shout because it amuses me to see my delusions jump in fear

Sometimes when I go out I walk for a long time
With no fixed destination, I stop in the gardens
I sit on the drumsticks and smoke a little while
I mentally write things that I later forget

That's my life hunting ideas, daydreaming
And almost always talking in my sleep
And occasionally, when I'm lucky, talking to you