Acerca de los padres

When he came home from school
and someone took a coin from the child
his father hit him, making him leave
He had to break his face without crying
If he started drawing his houses and suns, he would tear them apart
The males play with balls and fight
Get yourself a kite and stop dreaming

He couldn't say he was scared
He couldn't say it hurt
He couldn't say what he was doing was savage
He couldn't cry as he thought
He couldn't ask for any help
He could only swallow his bitterness

Who?
Who has a child in their womb?
Who is giving them breakfast
to charge them tomorrow?
Who? Who? Who?
Who?
Who plays with alchemy?
Who wants to make brains
and is only sowing the dead?

And erosion brought him a sex
And a presence in life
Sealed by a strong umbilical cord
For his sexual affiliation he will be judged
Today the files overflow
with psychopathies and prejudices,
with mutilated fantasies of horror,
with patched up foreheads and love.
It's no use being a friend,
it's no use being a brother.
Sex is the universal judge of the human being
And if you're a woman, don't even ask for water
if you change men every week.
Hatred inevitably follows you from bed to bed

Who?
Who has a child in their womb?
Who is giving them breakfast
to charge them tomorrow?
Who? Who? Who?
Who?
Who plays with alchemy?
Who wants to make brains
and is only sowing the dead?
Who? Who? Who?
Who?
Who? Who? Who?
Who?