Cuajado literally means “set” or “curdled,” but here it is used poetically to mean completely filled or covered. The singer describes his garden as “cuajado de margaritas”, meaning it is overflowing with daisies, creating a vivid image of peaceful natural beauty.
José Luis Perales turns the accusation in the title, “Dices que soy un hombre triste” [You say I am a sad man], into a gentle defense. The speaker does enjoy solitude, but he insists that his poems reveal the truth about him. Instead of treating silence as misery, he invites us to notice the wind, the birds that “alegran mi caminar” [brighten my walk], passing clouds, wet earth, daisies, and a rosebush full of fresh roses. It is a lovely, slightly cheeky answer: if you think he is sad, come and look more carefully at his garden.
Still, he does not deny that his heart cries. His “pequeño rincón” [small corner] is a private world where he can listen to doves flying, cry when there is a reason, and remain alone. The final “Está lloviendo, márchate” [It is raining, go away] is wonderfully blunt. This peaceful refuge belongs to him, and sometimes even a well-meaning visitor has to leave him to the rain, the garden, and his thoughts.