Alegre Como Una Mosca Ante Un Pastel De Bodas

I crossed the Manhattan bridge
happy like a fly in front of a wedding cake.
I walked rainy days
under a rainy sky in Jaén.
And I was a Nobody
in the role of Nobody.
Character of my play
with my sketchbook under my arm,
gazing in awe
at the students with red braids.
And you write to me without knowing me.
The sawdust mouse feels strange
in front of the rag cat.
If you were to draw me a landscape,
if you were to sing to me without words, I would ask you.
On a signpost, if you were to paint
your name and an arrow to guide me.
I no longer know if my chest beats
like a mechanical contraption or is faulty.
Or if it sprouts like a holy stick
in a drawn landscape.
To date, no one has taken my hand
to show me the taste
of the perfectly useless.
So, I am a traveler, ticket in hand towards the Big Dipper
(even though the astronaut suit is tight on me.)
If you want, companion, we will share
the oxygen bottle, for we are travelers;
we are cowboys trying to gallop
towards a bright future:
the one shown by the billboards.
I crossed the Triana bridge
happy like a teacher on May Day.
I walked fair days
under a sky the color of Andalusia
and I was Somebody
in the role of Somebody.
You write to me without knowing me.
The sawdust mouse feels strange
in front of the rag cat.
If you were to draw me a landscape.
If you were to sing to me without words, I would ask you.
On a signpost, if you were to paint
your name and an arrow to guide me.
I no longer know if my chest beats
like a mechanical contraption or is faulty.
Or if it sprouts like a holy stick
in a drawn landscape.
I don't know if my chest beats
like a mechanical contraption or is faulty.