Pequeño Gran Niño Raro

I usually smile 36 times a day
over silly things maybe
that I forget every sunrise, living another life.
My memory in ruins. Shattered it incites me to delirium,
as if I were fulfilling maximum penance until the chair,
something punishes me, they spy on me.
I feel like Godzilla, in the big city,
I just have to walk, pretend, among the downtown avenues.
If they look at me too much, I whistle, play dumb,
pretend to be looking elsewhere, squint my eyes,
try to go incognito, but I trip myself up
and end up being identical to the finger puppet... I can't do it!
No matter how hard I try, I fall and end up in the same intact place,
I look around and only see dinosaurs,
I see people's spirits: transparent entities,
I feel a strong urge to give them a Bud Spencer treatment
I must step back for my own good, before they incinerate my being,
I bailed, I left, I shouted louder than a speaker, no matter who,
they send you to the bottom, to the free fall,
they will never take away the kindness that makes me almost free, like a taxi...
get out of here! I try to convince myself in vain, but summer is approaching
the season I long for: since everyone goes camping...
I want to be normal and I can't.
Now that I think about it, I need other means
not a doctor who wastes my time.
Knowing it, I would live in my other parallel world
where I sleep with one eye open, there are photos, believe it! Daydreaming,
I just need to drool with my mouth wide open.
Those who accompany me leave, they go away,
they don't want to know anything about me except the bare minimum,
and the bare minimum is that now I don't remember what I have,
nor what's going on so better, you put the point.
I try to be normal as a person...
no joke, I have to manage somehow now,
a damn strange human being, not a clown...
just a little big weird kid...
I try to be normal as a person...
no joke, I have to manage somehow now...
mentally extravagant although necessary,
just a little big weird kid

The Saint
I'm the typical one who waits for the elevator to go up to the first floor,
if I see the neighbor coming, I don't wait, I avoid the goodbye,
I take off, I rise and when my feet don't touch the ground I console myself,
I fly, I smell that I reach the storage room and still dare
Then I arrive and the situation overwhelms me
just thinking about finding spirits because I'm afraid of them
and I distract myself with the buzzing of a fly
will they think it was me who painted in the elevator with a marker? I didn't do it on purpose!
I'm a half-crazy lunatic
I get home and the rap plays with such rough quality
and if they still don't realize that I'm already in the building,
let me make a note of some touch-ups from my point of view and focus,
after a while searching and poking,
they give me a call, they tell me to come to the movies even if you end up stiff,
although maybe they're wrong, saying that,
but despite that, I couldn't control myself and I broke my neck
I already left my mark!
I don't usually fly and almost always crash and almost hurt myself,
looking for the light I only found a flash
and luckily, they say that when there's no bread, cakes are good
and today the cakes that all this brings me comfort,
although that's not what matters
what matters is to be well
not settle for 90-something and seek 100%
then tell me who has a muzzle to shut this mouth (and with coke)
if there's no one to stop this horse when it runs wild.
I'm just a crazy guy who sleeps in a superhero suit,
I exaggerate the exaggerated and always abuse hyperbole,
maybe I didn't meet the profile for a barrel mason,
I followed my path, I was a civilian among a thousand, who didn't even flip with Kill Bill,
student stage and without lifting a finger,
I patched up my canoe and the Falsalarma project takes shape,
today already a classic like 'Fight the Power'
but despite everything I'm like a fish out of water...