El Insatisfecho!

You want the whole dog, the desire is deadly
and keeps us in this life
(I could never hear it like that).
You want Che Guevara and when you have him
you want to shave his beard...
You want stadiums without the radio,
crowds without masks
concerts like before when we weren't even 50.
Thunderous voice, airy voice
or woolen voice with flesh?
Let them like it, let it make money
and be the face on the pendant.

You want the drug addict, the immature one,
the one who doesn't think, always tough
the educated one, the insolent one,
the different one or the conscious one
the arrogant one, the satisfied one,
grateful or resentful
the one who does it well for you
or it doesn't matter because it's him.
Let the press like it or
invite to the party
Let them squeeze him and not know why
he gets where he gets.
"He has to play, he shouldn't complain"
"He deserves it for getting into people's homes."

And if the sun's rays melt
I want it to rain nearby
to wash away the unconsciousness
from my skin and beauty.

Who will dream a dream?
Who has the answer?
This voice, without your voice, doesn't sound the same.

Do you want me to be who I am or the absurd fixation
of so much lack of trust all on one back?
They are songs, I know, not many see
that ink in poetry can give us the way out.
I'm going to confess: I'm a fool who truly
still believes the world can be changed.
Don't make noise without thinking
on the road, the same walk
will show us the path
we have to travel.