SALVEN A LOS LOCOS


EL LOCO DEL PUEBLO

Porque pasaba todo el día sin llevar nada a su casa con la caña a la orilla del agua, le increpaba la gente

No sé pescar, no sé pescar pero me gusta el mar

Porque pasaba mucho tiempo sentado frente a letras bebiendo imágenes sin resolver ningún asunto, se burlaban de él

No sé pensar, no sé pensar pero amo este sonido.

Porque pasaba tantos dias mirando el cielo sin apenas conversar con nadie murmuraban sus vecinos

Yo no sé hablar yo no sé hablar pero me siento bien

Porque pasaba mucho,

mucho tiempo sentado en frente a letras
bebiendo imágenes,

sentado frente al agua sin pescar nada,

mirando el cielo sin conversar con nadie;

le acusaron de loco

                      dañino y peligroso. 

Y lo condenaron a muerte.

El dia del suplicio

     iba silbando una canción marinera

               que aprendió en un libro

                            donde hablaba del sol.

THE VILLAGE MADMAN

Because he spent the whole day without taking anything home with the rod at the water's edge, people rebuked him
I don't know how to fish, I don't know how to fish but I like the sea

Because he spent a lot of time sitting in front of letters drinking pictures without solving any issue, they made fun of him
I don't know how to think, I don't know how to think but I love this sound

Because he spent so many days looking at the sky with hardly any conversation with anyone, his neighbors murmured
I don't know how to talk, I don't know how to talk but I feel good

Because he spent a long,
long time sitting in front of letters, drinking images,
sitting in front of the water without catching anything,
looking at the sky without talking to anyone;

They accused him of being crazy, harmful
and dangerous.
And they sentenced him to death

On the day of the torture
he was whistling a seafaring son

             that he learned in a book

                    where he spoke of the sun.

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