It happens to me some night,
when I sink into stress,
that I chase a brown cat
and I catch it by the feet...
And I tell it every paw ,
forward and backwards
and no matter how many times I count them
they don't add up to more than three...
And that's how it is,
neither yes nor no,
neither you nor me, nor my self,
not two without three,
neither struggle nor harmony
of opposites
quite the opposite ,
quite the opposite,
quite the opposite,
as you see.
It happens to me frequently,
nine times out of ten,
that I break into three halves,
instantly and at once...
One plays to be the Part
and another plays to be the Judge
and there is still another whole part
who doesn't play chess...
It almost always happens to me,
when the light goes out,
that the big doubt assails me,
am I going to face or go to cross?
And instead of playing blind
or emulating the ostrich,
I prepare to be the eye
that lit the Andalusian Dog...