El Diablo Es un Ser Orgulloso

The Devil Is a Proud Being

The devil is a starched gentleman
Who never forgets his coat and hat
Who lives in a house with closets
To hide fear and the belongings

The devil is as correct as hunger
Perfect and orderly as fraud
Sometimes he has a belly, and if he doesn't
He is bald like all his pleasures

The devil has a tail but hides it
In a thick black briefcase
Where he also carries the documents
That authorize him to kill the people

The devil puts his soul in the stands
And listens to the speeches of the dead
He crawls proudly through history
And lies down with very poor memories

The devil gets up very early
Tired of the comfort that chains him
And runs through the streets in a hurry
To share his cunning and his sorrow

I have seen him many times like you
In the mirror and in anyone's pocket
In the insurance that secures everything
Except peace, light, spring

I have seen him walk beside me
And measure morality and skirts
Decide the size of happiness
Justice, honor, and ideas

I have seen him many times but now
My joy speaks clearly of his absence
Perhaps his own hands killed him
When finally listening to his conscience

Perhaps his own hands killed him
When finally listening to his conscience