silencio en el patio,
y los seres queridos abajo del agua
rezando un ave maria por verte

y las palmeras estan sacudiendose al compas
de temas ineditos de argentinos perdidos
y de vientos frios.

y son solo tres cuadras al mar,
para visitar a la familia
y reirnos hasta reventar,.

un dia de terrible frio,
de veintidos grados
y el agua de la playa
azotando las veredas de los cafes en la calle.

y el juego
que vos querias jugar
es el que estan todos jugando,
y que no podes entender.

y entre rios
y avalanchas
y nubes
y palmeras
buscan refugio los que tocan el bajo.
y las guitarras,
colgadas del techo y paredes,
adornadas con placas doradas.

Había unos peluches
tirados ahí en la vía,
cansados,
mugrosos
y malolientes.

Capaz los habían tirado a proposito,
porque eran feos,
porque estaban sucios
y apestosos,

pero capaz no.

Medías los pasos para saber
cuanto podías caminar antes de que el tren avanzara
y no pudieras subirte,
mientras veias por la ventana de esa casa
a unos chicos jugando a algún juego
que en esa epoca parecía bueno.
Y mientras caminabas por el andén
pensabas en las nubes que cubrían el pueblacho.
Y era todo parte de un mosaico monstruoso,
techos caídos, vidrios rotos, personas pobres
y un cielo gris con la luna y las nubes de costado.

Eramos chiquitos y caminabamos
Por un corral entre gallinas
Y pedazos de choclo seco
Y no nos importaba nada
Que tuviera que ver con Papa Noel
Porque extrañabamos los besos de la
Señora Lovejoy.
Y cruzabamos por un porton
De madera que nos parecía enorme,
Que estaba lleno de revistas viejas
Y cartas rotas.
Y el día de mañana
Cuando pasemos por allá de vuelta
Vamos a ver que el porton de madera vieja
Sigue siendo enorme para nosotros.

Raleigh Soliluqoy Pt. I

We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all at
once with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,
you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it?

We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a
cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.
I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who
you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're
a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara.

You fucked up.
She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second
chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna go
straight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win.

She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.
As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.
I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock
sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars.

If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.
If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck me
off, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.

World Wide Suicide - Pearl Jam

I felt the earth on Monday. It moved beneath my feet.
In the form of a morning paper. Laid out for me to see.

Saw his face in a corner picture. I recognized the name.
Could not stop staring at the. Face I'd never see again.

It's a shame to awake in a world of pain
What does it mean when a war has taken over

It's the same everyday in a hell manmade
What can be saved, and who will be left to hold her?

The whole world...World over.
It's a worldwide suicide.

Medals on a wooden mantle. Next to a handsome face.
That the president took for granted.
Writing checks that others pay.

And in all the madness. Thought becomes numb and naive.
So much to talk about. Nothing for to say.

It's the same everyday and the wave won't break
Tell you to pray, while the devils on their shoulder

Laying claim to the take that our soldiers save
Does not equate, and the truth's already out there

The whole world,... World over.
It's a worldwide suicide.

El Scorcho - Weezer

Goddamn you half-Japanese girls
Do it to me every time
Oh, the redhead said you shred the cello
And I'm jello, baby
But you won't talk, won't look, won't think of me
I'm the epitome of public enemy
Why you wanna go and do me like that?
Come down on the street and dance with me

I'm a lot like you so please, hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me

I asked you to go to the Green Day concert
You said you never heard of them (how cool is that)
How cool is that?
So I went to your room and read your diary:
Watching Grunge leg drop New-Jack through a presstable...
And then my heart stopped:
Listening to Cio-Cio San, fall in love all over again.

I'm a lot like you so please, hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me

I'm a Robot - Weezer

I ride the train to work every day
I reach my cubicle about 9 am
I have to earn money to pay my bills
But I don't know how my life turned out this way

I'm a robot
I'm a robot
I don't have any feeling in my heart

I have a wife and a child waiting at home
Occasionally, I give my dog a bone (WOOF!)
If I am feeling wacky, then I might
Drink a quart of vodka, spend the night down in the gutter

I'm a robot
I'm a robot
I don't have any feeling in my heart

Don't you worry...
Don't you worry about me
Don't you worry...
Don't you worry about me

This is how my father was
How his father was
Don't you worry...
Don't you worry about me

Era un restoran que se parecía mucho
a los cafes de las peliculas viejas,
de pinta rara, paredes de metal
y pisos de cuadrados blancos y negros.

Era una mañana llena de nubes en el cielo,
y se escuchaba el ruido del agua
corriendo por las calles.

Y servían cafes frios y amargos,
y unos panqueques antiguos como pocos.
Gomosos y secos.
Y me acuerdo que había
manchas grandes de sangre en el piso,
y en las paredes, y sangre sobre los manteles
de ese restoran viejo.


Parte de esa sangre era mia.