Poem of Seven Faces

When I was born, a crooked angel

those who live in the shadow

said: Go, Carlos! be gauche in life.

Houses spy on men

who run after women.

The afternoon might be blue,

there weren't so many wishes.

The tram passes full of legs:

yellow black white legs.

Why so many legs, my God,

asks my heart.

but my eyes

they don't ask anything.

The man behind the mustache

it is serious, simple and strong.

He barely talks.

He has few, rare friends

the man behind the glasses and mustache.

My God, why did you abandon me

if you knew that I wasn't God

if you knew that I was weak.

world world wide world,

If I were called Raimundo

it would be a rhyme, it would not be a solution.

world world wide world,

wider is my heart.

I shouldn't tell you

but this moon

but this brandy

they make people emotional as hell.