El Gato
Pablo López
The Cat
My cat
Is not to blame
For your cowardice
He doesn't have a psychoanalyst complex
Don't fear his eyes
Nor his 7 lives
Bright
He walks slowly
And dodges giants
With a strange gaze
With an elegant leap
A small trace of a wild beast
So leave him
He doesn't beg for caresses
He doesn't need my love
He knows my scratch
From my feline mouth
I deceive you
I steal your days
I dirty your hands
I hide and get lost
I become a soulless stranger
Guilty one who flees from the Sun
I lost your shame in the bars
I slept in the doorways
I stepped on the pieces of your heart
My cat is a much better person than me
My cat
Doesn't want Septembers
That deceive the world
Doesn't sink cities
Into deep comas
He doesn't understand rage
He doesn't kill for pleasure
So leave him
He doesn't beg for caresses
He doesn't need my love
He knows my scratch
From my feline mouth
I deceive you
I steal your days
I dirty your hands
I hide and get lost
I become a soulless stranger
Guilty one who flees from the Sun
I lost your shame in the bars
I slept in the doorways
I stepped on the pieces of your heart
My cat is a much better person than me
And I lost your shame in the bars
I slept in the doorways
I stepped on the pieces of your heart
My cat is a much better person than me
