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The Ballad of the neutron

The neutron is a tough guy. The sheriff of the core, always keeping at bay the protons to not destabilize the atom. Because everyone knows that protons are very passionate and are always looking for brawl. As the neutron gets lost a moment, we are calling all. But never come to blows. In the background are good people, and do only males get ahead of the electrons. And the electrons are fools, as if he realized that the protons spend all day watching them. But they like that, as if the protons do not exist. But if you look, never stop spinning around the nucleus. They always come to pass in front of the protons, to see if they say something. And Proton

- I picked you to you and made you a radioactive hydrogen atom!

And look askance electrons and spend long, becoming interesting. But after a while, back to pass.

- That I'm not aware that quark me hungry!
- Do not go overboard with the particle.
- And to you who gave you sail in this funeral? Are you her boyfriend or what?
- No, but that's no way to tell a decent electron.

And protons are again arming camorra. And the neutrons come to bring peace.

Proton quiere al electrón. El electrón quiere al protón. Atracción inevitable en el mundo subatómico. Pero, ¿quién quiere al neutrón? ¿a quién quiere el neutrón? El neutrón no encuentra sentido en la vida. Dicen que a veces habla con su antipartícula, el antineutrón. Dicen que se ven a escondidas, porque su amor es imposible: si llegasen a tocarse se desintegrarían. Pobre neutrón, mira de reojo cómo se devoran con la mirada los protones y los electrones, y llora radiación gamma. Pobre neutrón, la más sosa de las partículas subatómicas.