Comme Ils Disent

I live alone with my mom
In a very old apartment on Sarasate Street
I have for company
A turtle, two canaries, and a cat.
To let mom rest
I often do the shopping and cook
I clean, I wash, and I dry,
Occasionally I also sew on the machine.
Work doesn't scare me
I'm a bit of a decorator, a bit of a stylist
But my real job is at night.
When I do it dressed up, I'm an artist.
I have a very special act
That ends in full nudity after a striptease,
And in the audience, I see that
The guys can't believe their eyes.
I'm a homo, as they say.

Around three in the morning
We go eat with friends of all kinds
In some random bar-tobacco shop
And there we let loose, no holds barred
We spill the truths
About people we can't stand, we roast them.
But we do it with humor
Wrapped in puns soaked in acid
We meet some slowpokes
Who, to impress their tables, strut and sway
Mimicking what they think is us
And they cover themselves, the poor fools, in ridicule
They flail and talk loud.
They play the divas, the tenors of stupidity.
Me, the jeers, the taunts
Leave me cold since it's true.
I'm a homo, as they say.

At the hour when a new day is born
I come back to my share of solitude.
I take off my lashes and my hair
Like a poor clown, tired and worn out.
I lie down but I don't sleep
I think of my joyless, trivial loves.
Of that boy, beautiful as a god
Who, without doing anything, set my memory on fire.
My mouth will never dare
To confess my sweet secret, my tender drama
Because the object of all my torment
Spends most of his time in the arms of women.
No one has the right, really
To blame me or judge me, and I clarify
That it's nature who
Is solely responsible if
I'm a "man oh" as they say.