The tiger I have a tiger inside of me, wild, hungry who always awaits me and I always expect her I hate her and she hates me, wants to kill me but I hope she will become friendly as time goes by She has the teeth on the heart, the nails on my mind and I for my own good fight for her and the goods of the world she makes me hate so that I may sing for her my deepest sorrow Mountains, ravines, and cliffs she pushes me to cross to embrace her in the craziest of dances, and in her cold nights when she remembers her cages, she offers me her hide to wear her Sometimes from the drink we fall drunk, almost in love, each to get some sleep and this hour feels like the calm before the storm like the final hour when she will attack What will the tiger do without us?