An old man once requested me
To answer questions that are keen
Is it to be or not to be
And I replied oh, why ask me?
What do I understand about a girl dying alone at dawn in a prison cell?
What do I understand about the laugher of torturers?
The greatest irony, is I have now been tortured myself and I still know nothing about the brave man!
I´m only scars and no experience
Only psychotropics and no cannabis
No knowledge at all about whatever
All because the old man there says he is easied by my words
Ah, but you can work in the theatre!
I don´t do gay people job!
I am a logician
And a tired one
I am actually exhausted
My whole life answering key questions I don´t even know which they are
And a strange appaluse
Here and there, when I´m sure I said nothing important, someone claps his hands
All so strange!
Like jailers praising a brave prisioner who withstands the torture
Ah, but you will have the status of a tortured one!
People don´t know, but this, which is the greatest fame of all, greater than that of the greatest artists, for a tortured means nothing
We know it is just the fame
My book doesn´t sell because it is good
It is because I´m famous
I know all the envy
All the political enemies
And mostly, I know I have not withstood anything
I was overtaken by fear and despair, and I did not fullfill my basic duties
Gentleman,I killed the little bird of my brothers!
I attacked my own father!
Fuck you all!
No fame can erase that
Gentlemen, I only wished I could forget all my life!
Couldn´t you just leave me in peace?
I lost at least three possible wives
In the name of a fame that hypnotised my mother
A mother I never had and now even less
All in the name of that dubious applause!
The meaning of life is to be tranquil
A tortured man is never
Either he remembers the torture or his fame
In both cases he is troubled
To be less troubles, but also to be more
It is artificial
We attach to God only,or we pay the price
Only mortals here
When a man resits torture, it is because he wants to be more than a mortal, and the Gods will punish him
It is better not even to think we have been tortured
So, for a man who just wants tranquility, all this effort means something?
Or have I gained most of all enemies?
Is it possible to regain the lost privacy?
Do you think I´m an idiot?
I know about the gay hackers selling videos in the black market
Is there one hollywood actor there not for his sex appeal?
Is there one writer there not abiding to certain lines of thought?
My privacy is no more
My dreams are no more
All because of pride
Because for some women their status is their husbands
They prefer death or alcoholism to lose that provider of good comments
Suppose I had not noticed the scam
Now I´d be addicted to clozapine, and everything would be buried for ever
And I would think Shirakawa was a good man
I know the reason for that
It was just because I was attractive
They´d brainwash me and make me an insecure homossexual
Easy to be manipulated
I was right from the beginning!
I was not experienced enough for the job
Only I missed the job was my sexual image
Now I´m not fit for the job any more!
Once I liked America
I thought Americans would understand me better
In American streets the drama of the social conflict would be less
The need to be outspoken would be less
Rationalism would be more easily accepted
Now I know they torture the prisoners just like any dictator
Now I know the scam
Aren´t these people just inventing scams all the time?
Isn´t the American democracy one big scam?
A system designed to keep things unchanged?
The rich get richer the poor get poorer?
Uncle Tom still picking cotton?
A fixed war?
Isn´t America all falsehood?
A country governed by marketers?
I´m not fit for the job any more!