El Mochuelo
Guitarricadelafuente
The Owl
Father José
Said then that everyone had a path marked in life
And that one could renounce that path out of ambition and sensuality
Surely in the city, time is wasted a lot
The Owl thought and, after all
There will be those who, after fourteen years
Can't tell a thrush from a goldfinch
Or a dung from a pile of shit
