Gato

In the branches of life, for a bird without feathers,
That mingles among the people in favor of its disguise.
That shows itself when there are good times, but in bad times it vanishes,
that stretches out in the relief and shrinks in the cinch.
Who appropriates what belongs to others, who dresses with foam
who seems to be left over and has nothing to start with.

Cat!
With the pose of a portrait.
Cat!
With a man's presence.
Cat!
It is denounced even in your treatment
Cat!
Your ridiculous ambition.

Exponent of this century, expression of this moment,
your flattery is the 'standard' that circulates in the babel.
On the inside it is a void, on the outside a monument
retouched by fashion with a stroke of the brush.
Prototype of mediocrity, without ideal or feeling,
and blown by the winds like a piece of paper.