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A song by Marvel the Duck for his fragile little head
Be gooood, head of mine, head that spurts, seas and slights Be propitious, cavern of trills; cavern of grains, abundance of disasters Brain of beneficent multitudes, cave of branches in the air Be generous, my head, head of thorns, don’t abandon me I cast my days at you, like I cast in my dreams The bones of my parents—Down a salty ravine, a teeming, puerile precipice Where I would look at myself. Be diligent, my friend, be daring, and above all Don’t talk to the bramble. When I saw the stars of this world shining, I dimmed my gaze I saw the end of bosses, I saw the end of all the last bosses Be very prudent, my friend, bride of the swamp, exclusive partner Of shipwrecks and ancestral land. Be caaareful, girl, my girl What you have seen could, easily, deceive you. Translated from the Spanish