La Noche de Los Gatos
Muchachito Bombo Infierno
The Night of the Cats
Three days later he realized that he couldn't sleep well and went out into the street with the airs of a bird without any rhythm. And he did it so often that he slipped so many times, that now he falls, hurts but doesn't sting...
And with the same breeze that made him laugh a long time ago, at another moment, in another place, in another location... He walked little by little walking to shake off the sorrows and when he wanted to return there was no sand left.
Tenderly crazy to live
And it's already past midnight in the night of the cats, he walks through the bars, entertains himself all the time and he walks in the shadow. Like the brown cats go, the cats have no owner, the cats have no master. They don't respect the signs, they don't respond to the claims, living like that can't be bad.
No, that can't be bad. I say...
He has a little sparkle in his eyes that stops... Passing moments that change luck in a day and treats him well. He keeps a secret and something that no one can steal, always keeps a plan B, always an escape route.
Tenderly crazy to live
Crazy to live...
