Sugerencias [English translation]

Jose was travelling quietly

in an unit of collective transport,

thinking in anything,

when suddenly he felt the was being poked in the shoulder

and a voice, a voice of a kid was saying:

"picture camels, picture camels".

And José, who didn't find reasons

to not paying him attention, he pictured camels.

And the kid said "Now picture

yourself in the desert and dying of thirst"

And José pictured it.

Then the kid said

"picture three guys

beating the hell out of you

while you have your hands tied",

and José didn't like it;

but wanting it or not, he already pictured it.

Then the kid said

"now picture yourself

sitting in a stand of the stadium

and from the field comes a ball,

a very deflected goal-kick

and it gets right in your mouth

and no matter you try, you can't take the ball out of your mouth".

Then José turned around

and as he saw that the kid was with his mother

said "Mrs, quiet him, quiet him"

And the mother said "kid, hush and

leave the man alone".

Then José felt a great inner calm

and could gather all his will

to think of an electrical appliance

while in the bottom of the head were still

remaining sounds of a song

that in that very day some radio station

had played for the nth time.

"Nobody tells me what I need to think,

I think in whatever I want and I live happy with that"