The Incredible Adventures of Mr. Scissors

Hidden behind his gray desk
A being short, small, correct, and kind
Answers the phones and is never there
Looks at his secretary imagining her naked and in his bed
And goes back to work

Enters the micro-cinema and takes a seat
Makes gestures and speaks without definition
Leaves with the movie to his home
Kisses his wife and locks himself back in the dark and in his room
To take care of morality

She enters and starts undressing
Slowly and almost smiling
Tall, white, somewhat exuberant
Says hello and walks forward
Looks at the small man who is puzzled
When she leaves the screen

The man lays her on the carpet
Touches and kisses her but doesn't name her
He restrains himself, sweats, and then with his silver scissors cuts her body, cuts her skin, deforms her face, and thus mutilated carries her loaded to the screen
Just in the morning

I don't know your body or who you are
I saw your name in the newspapers, and no one saw you
The bleeding screen already says goodbye
I'll see you in twenty years on television, cut and bored
In full color
In full color

I detest people who have the power
To say what is good and what is bad as well
Only the people, my friend, are capable of understanding
The censors of ideas will tremble in horror
With the free man in the sunlight