The protagonist is questioning why there are so many people interested in soap operas and why there are so many young people who need their fix. He also wonders why there is so much money in rock and roll and why there are cruel police officers. He wonders why there are so many Africans drowning in the sea and why there is so much security work. He questions why the military defends the millionaires and why there are so many corrupt leaders in his city. He is tired of enduring all of this and seeks refuge in a bar with his friends. He questions why there are so many soldiers who don't know where they are and why there are hunting preserves while children go without education. He questions why those who have the least are the ones who have to give the most. He wonders why there are so few whales in the sea. He is tired of enduring all of this. He acknowledges that everything is on the brink of falling apart and that bad times are coming. He knows they want to crush them, but he knows they won't break. The distance between them won't change and no one can take away what they have inside. He expresses his frustration at being stuck in misery, confusion and contempt, and at constantly being trapped and disrespected. He won't apologize for anything and wonders how long they will deny them their reason. He calls them poor fools who believe in the revolution, but above all, he wants to be able to look into her eyes and know that everything outside stops spinning around them. Each night she gives him a touch to create something different. They bother and bounce around to survive. He finds himself crawling on the floor, vomiting his brain, and sinking into misery. He is confused and on his way to jail. He curses everything but wants to hold onto hope. He won't apologize for anything and wonders how long they will deny them their reason. He calls them poor fools who believe in the revolution, but above all, he wants to hold onto his illusion.
