>> This is called savoir faire.
Es chiquito.
It's very short, so I'll read it in both.
That's for my son, Erik.
It says my black cat doesn't know he will die one day.
He doesn't cling to life as I do.
He leaps from the rooftop, light as air, climbs the the tamarind tree barely scratching it.
Doesn't dread crossing bridges or dark alleyways, nor the perfidious scorpion.
My black cat falls in love with every cat he meets.
He refuses to be snared by a single love, the way I did.
Mi gato negro ignora que va a morir un día.
No se aferra a la vida como yo.
Salta desde el tejado, ligero como el aire.
Se sube al tamarindo, arañándolo apenas.
No lo amedrenta el paso de los puentes, ni el callejón oscuro, ni el pérfido alacrán.
Mi gato negro ama a cuanta gata encuentra.
No se deja atrapar por un único amor, como lo hice yo.
[ Applause ]