Donde Hay Un Mango

Old Gomez, you who are
A mango doctor
And you discover a mango
Even if they buried it,
Define for me, if you can,
This counter that has occurred,
That no matter how much I roll up my sleeves
I don't find a mango
Not even by mistake;
That no matter how much I kick it
I don't see a peso
In circulation.

Where is a mango,
Old Gomez?
They have cleaned them
With pumice stone.
Where is a mango
That I have searched for
With a magnifying glass and flashlight
And I am feverish?
Where is a mango
To give it the slip
If it lets itself be caught?
Where is a mango
That if it doesn't surrender
We can raid it?
Where is a mango
That the financiers,
Nor the journalists,
Nor dogs nor cats,
News nor data
About its whereabouts
They can't give me?

Old Gomez, you who are
The viancarlos of the goman,
Tell me, if you know,
Where are the bills?
No one can give a reason
And from the dry to the rich
Everyone, up in the palm tree,
Carries the wallet
With a death notice
And, playing hide and seek,
They fill the measure
Of the situation.