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.