I wrote Bobito (Little Fool) in 2005 after coming home from a particularly aggravating gig in a fit of frustration. As I sat at my desk having a sip of rum it occurred to me that I had so much more to be thankful for than so many less fortunate people that it was pretty silly to feel so dejected just because of a bad gig. The act of writing the song actually made realize how much better it feels to create something positive – even if the subject matter is less than cheerful – than to just find find fault with things or focus on the negatives in life. It was and still is my personal favorite song on the album, which is why I placed it as the lead-off track (but don’t tell that to the other songs because they get jealous).  -AFF

Bobito solo mira lo que no tiene
Pone la mala cara a lo que viene
Pero con resignacion
Y un traguito de ron
Sostiene 

Te llevaste la roja, ya no te antoja el querer
Se te fue la mano, volvio lo mismo que el ayer
Y vas a ver 

Como el bobito se la pasa esperando
Cambio que no viene
Mientras el tiempo va pasando

Bobito solo pide lo que no quiere
Desea todo menos lo que prefiere
Como corriente al camaron, tal vez mejor que
Se lo lleve

Sigue marcando pasos, te queda mucho por hacer
Y la interminable exigencia
Te lleva contra la pared
Y el suceder 

Es que el bobito se la pasa lamentando
podrias y hubieres
Mientras el tiempo va alargando 

Abre los ojos, ay bobito que puede hacer?
Como dijo Arsenio Rogdriguez,
es un sueño la vida
Vas a ver 

Abre los ojos, no te preocupes por el ayer
Que este momento lo tienes en tus manos
Y el futuro te espera a tus pies 

Abre los ojos, el que mas mira y menos ve
Abre los ojos, aprovecha la vida, compadre
Ya se fue

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The little fool only sees what he hasn't got
And frowns at the future
But with some resignation
and a little bit of rum
He holds on

You ran the red light,
love doesn't tempt you anymore
You went too far, it's just like it was before
And so you see

How the little fool keeps on waiting
for a change that never comes
As time keeps passing by

The little fool only asks for
the things he doesn't want
And desires everything except what he prefers
Like a stone that gathers moss,
Maybe he should just stop rolling

Keep on pushing ahead
There's still a lot left to do
And those interminable demands
Always put you up against the wall
And the result

Is that the little fool spends all his time
Lamenting would'ves and could'ves
As time keeps stretching on

Open your eyes, oh what can a little fool do?
Like Arsenio Rodriguez sang,
"Life is a dream" - you'll see

Open your eyes, don't worry about yesterday
You've got this moment in your hands
And the future waits at your feet

Open your eyes, he who looks but doesn't see
Open your eyes and live your life to the fullest,
Because it's gone