Cosas de Hombre

So many paths does man have from the fertile ovum
Walking to the graveyard where his journey ends
Questioning if there's a soul, if there's life after life
If it reincarnates in another chosen skin

If they are eternal like the perpetual genes
Among the silent patterns of this perfect design
For we are beasts with thumbs and without wings
But we fly planes, but we shoot bullets

For we are men like complex Freudians
Inherited from a village where there were no mirrors
We are cultured animals with hair on our chests
With their uncultured dialects for select groups
With their sadistic instincts, from sex to violence

Like a kingdom of primates fighting for survival
Where there are rituals to sculpt character
Of a snake that speaks with the language of cancer

We are men and we overcame childhood and adolescence
Each world is an island that populated our minds
Some wanted to be machos and now live underground
Others want to be women and declare war on them

We are men and we box and we get our eyebrows pulled out
We exchange lies between right and left
We are men and we cry when no one is watching
Like lions we roar in the jungle kingdom

With military nations, sports discipline
A sound mind in a healthy body as the Bible commands
In the image and likeness of He-Man dolls
To bend the steel of sharp corners

Each street is a road to the cemetery
Like a no man's land where there are no mirrors
Where parents escape when adolescence arrives
Each street is a desert where survival

Is the favorite game learned on our court
Where athletes grew up who today are cockroaches
A neighborhood is needed to raise a beast

Like those dogs that are picked up from the sidewalk
Like a time bomb with a short fuse
That lives in the lies of their favorite song
That was born with 2 strikes on the umpire's count
That couldn't be an athlete as your father preferred

We are men and we punch to see who is more professional
Each child is a mirror to face the night
Some wanted to be stars to shine with their own light
In the celestial vault burst a supernova

I've tasted that summer like a killer bee
That gets lost among the flowers and cut in the thorns
That aroma that enchants that entangles you like opium
In a flight of storks and to the fallopian tubes

I have inherited a given name with a baptismal faith
With a hologram of a father who has become a mirage
We are Homo sapiens men reaching adulthood
Our duty is to rid ourselves of all this stupidity
They wonder if there's a soul at the end of old age

To wander or reincarnate in a woman's body
It's not known if men are from Venus or Mars
When they wrote the psalms and patriarchal roles
With their etiquette rules that are typical of men
When they excluded the females who formed those men

Where a single mother lights up the paths
Of the children of Atavieyra when she loses her temper
Like a no man's land, like a deserted heritage
A movie written with its restless genius
About an abandoned child trained by snakes
Bearer of that venom to face death

We are men and we box and we get our eyebrows pulled out
We exchange lies between right and left
We are men and we cry when no one is watching
Like lions we roar in the jungle kingdom