Yo vivo en una ciudad

I live in a city
where people still use hair gel
where people go to the office
without a minute more

I live in a city
where the rush of daily hustle
seems like a film by Charlie Chaplin
though without comedy

I live in a city
that has a port at the door
and a wide-eyed expression
for what is new

and yet I love that town
so distant from each other, so lonely
because I am nothing but one of them
without the hair gel, without the office
eager to renew

I adore my city
although its people do not respond to me
when they condemn my appearance and my depths
with an insult as they pass by

I adore my city
when the girls with their miniskirts
seem to magically turn their backs
on popular inhibition

I adore my city
although they accuse me of being crazy and dull
although they tame my hair by force
in a sectional hair salon

and yet I love that town
because it incites rebellion in me
and because it gives me infinite desires
to answer them and sing to them
my novelty, my novelty