Las Increíbles Aventuras Del Señor Tijeras

Hidden behind his gray desk
A short, small, proper and gentle being
He answers the phones and is never there
He looks at his secretary imagining her
Naked and in her bed
And he goes back to work

Enter the microcinema and take his place
He makes gestures and speaks without definition
He goes with the film to his home
He kisses his wife and locks himself back in
In the dark and in his living room
To take care of morals

She comes in and undresses
Slowly and almost smiling
Tall, white, somewhat exuberant
She says: Hello, and walks forward

Look at the little man scratching himself
When she leaves the screen
And the man lays her down on the carpet
He touches her and kisses her, but doesn't name her

He holds back, sweats, and then
With her silver scissors, he trims her body
He cuts her hair, deforms her face
And so glittering he carries her loaded to the screen
Right in the morning

I don't know your name nor do I know who you are anymore
I saw your name in the newspaper and nobody saw you
The bleeding screen already says goodbye to us
I'll see you in 20 years on television, cut and boring
In full color
In full color
In full color

I hate people who have power
To say what is good and what is bad too
Only the people, my friend, are able to understand
The censors of ideas would tremble with horror
In front of the free man with his body in the Sun