El Ruiseñor (The Nightingale) starts like a bedtime story. Camilo asks "¿Quieren que les cuente una historia real o de mentiritas?" (Do you want me to tell you a true story or a made-up one?), and the answer is "de mentiritas", a cute little diminutive of mentiras (lies). Then the fable begins: the five senses call an emergency meeting, because the world changes so fast they can't do their jobs anymore. They can't tell "cal de arena" (lime from sand), and the human they work for is stuck in an identity crisis, "ansioso, anestesiado, feliz y distraído" (anxious, numbed, happy and distracted).
Each sense gets blamed. The eyes see "oro en todo lo que brilla" (gold in everything that shines), the ears hear perfectly but don't listen, and taste and smell argue because they can't tell tobacco from vanilla. Touch didn't even show up, which is a sly joke since tacto also means tact. Then the heart, "que siempre tiene razón" (which is always right), settles it: even if they build a drone that sings, "nunca será un ruiseñor" (it will never be a nightingale). A perfume is not a flower, and "no todo 'te amo' es amor" (not every 'I love you' is love). It's a gentle, pretty clever dig at a world full of convincing fakes.