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If I dared to think
not to repeat on borrowed time
what I heard from others
or introjected me
I would have to celebrate a party
to release my brain
that for not being used to think
will pose as a freak
More than one would rebuke me
"You don't think like that here,
demagogue, revolutionary."
Adocenados marching
feeling and saying yes
when I say: it would be necessary to see
they'll whisper behind my back
they will think me a freak
and for not wanting to know
they will exile me from the village
of those who swallow whole
of those who believe blindly
believing they are thinking
and I will march with them
but, from my parallel village
sometimes being happy
others, sadly happy
of knowing myself to be thinking
among multicolored parrots
that only echo
by repeating just because
And with everything I will help
to carry the coffin
of those who march
to bury
to bury their autonomy