De No Ser Por Ti

If it weren't for you, I would have starved before losing my health. If it weren't for you, who sets a plate on the table when others, for all their help, give good advice and wise words leaving you alone and fasting. I would have faced the sad end of the cicada if it weren't for you. If it weren't for you, I surely wouldn't have a place to put down roots or a place setting to shelter me, nor a good guide to come and go to the seventh heaven, and the children I scattered wouldn't know me, nothing of me would live on in anyone. I would be someone else and no one would know it if it weren't for you. If it weren't for you, who picks up the pieces after the storm, and keeps me company when the dogs bark in the heart of the city, you who, from the mirror, tired-eyed, scold me early in the morning for mistreating a life that you would never have if it weren't for me. If it weren't for me, who would rescue you from so much mediocrity? Work, commitments, routine, family, municipality, and union. That's why you give me credit and shelter, home, wife, bread, and warmth. You'll have to tell me who you would be without your intimate enemy.