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Bumps in the road to the civil registry

He was about to get married, he was four months away
he had almost thirty seven of engagement
and he met Manón and he met Manón
and he left the other
 
It lasted a year then they talked about marrying
they fixed a place and a three months stay
but at the month he met María Inés he met
and he hooked up with her
 
She was better than the others indeed
they bought a dining room and said that in two months they'd marry
but he got excited with Raquel
and he went on with her.
 
How good Raquel, where were you all these years
they went to register and bought a freezer
and then he came upon, and then he came upon
with a steamy truck
 
He rode the truck whose name was Yolanda
he said: 'we'll get married on May'
but on the April thritieth, but on the April thritieth
he traded her for Marilín
 
Mary got a bedroom and washing machine
he put his half of dining room and freezer
and in two weeks they had to marry
but he prefered Anabel
 
With Ana was all fine, so petite and delicate
it's what I always needed without knowing it
next thursday my dear, next thursday my dear
we'll marry, yes sir
 
A quarter of freezer and half bedroom
whatever lacks will be found in an auction
but on the sunday previous to the wedding happened
that the girl resigned
 
It happened that she went to try with another friend
and by finding him better she suggested him if he didn't have
the lacking seven eigths of the old dining room
and the man said OK
 
After saying that they'd get married that friday
the young eligible went to get a taxi
but if she said yes, but if she didn't say no
was at the Sarandí street 1
 
Three days of passion with that cab driver
I'm happy with you and they went to the court
but she said 'yes' instead of 'I do'
and she traded looks with the judge
 
Judge me please was saying that night
the girl to the magister and the man was saying
leave it, don't make me do extra hours,
girl and come here
 
After some hours of yells and whispers
thee guy understood that she'll always love him
and proposed her to do everyday
the continued fun by civil
 
They went to wed to a countryside town
and a young female servant was introduced to them
but insteand of marrying the couple
she hooked up with the old man
 
The man liked her as she was young and colleague
the other returned promising as revenge
to marry the first fool
who comes to sing to her balcony
 
The judge and her new girlfriend also
came to the city and she wanted to go to the church
to get married but when she reached the altar
she started crying
 
The priest happened to be a former boyfriend
who in a quarrel traded her for the cassock
but that dormant fire lit again
and the vow was voided
 
They loved each other madly and then in an attack
of sudden sanity they talked about marrying
and as I lost the trace to them
I didn't know if any of them married
 

• 1. Is where the Civil Registry is in Montevideo

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Excuse me if I bother you with this Sonatina

Excuse me if I bother you with this sonatina.
Excuse me if I bother you with this sonatina.
 
Of course it bothers me, it's predictable and stupid.
Why do you bother me with that trivial tune you play?
 
Trivial might be your grandmother but not this sonatina.
I had to study music for a lot of years to be able to compose it,
so you'll have to listen it. And if this music maybe bothers you,
I'm gonna say excuse me if I bother you with this sonatina.
Excuse me if I bother but you'll have to stand it now.
 
Excuse me, you'll have to forgive me but I don't have the intention
of listening to that music. So please, leave me alone.
 
I really think that you are hurrying up too much
just by rejecting what you still don't know yet.
 
It's true buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut I am in my right
to choose whatever the hell I wanna listen to.
 
Yes is true, but just give me nothing more but a minute
to apologize, because it wasn't my intention
of making you complain at all. I just want you
to lower yourself to listen just a couple tempos
of this sonatina, if you don't really bother.
 
I don't know how to tell you what I had
said more than once previously, but for God sake,
I don't wanna listen to the sonatina anymore.
 
I really think that you are hurrying up too much
just by rejecting what you still don't know yet.
How do you know if the continuation of this sonatina
really doesn't leave you sighing of delight?
So I'm gonna say excuse me if I bother you with this sonatina.
You'll see that after that, you're gonna thank me after that.
 
Come on, give me a break. I really don't believe this silly music
can provide me anything unknown on the remaining tempos.
 
You're totally and absolutely wrong. But,
if you do want me to demonstrate it to you,
it is necessary that you have a little patience for me.
So you're gonna have to allow me to bother you with this sonatina.
 
No. I will not allow you that.
What I do want is to be alone for a while so I can
concentrate myself in a music that I do wish to sing.
I wish to sing like the mockingbird when it flies while singing to the springtime.
 
Beware that you are not singing to the mockingbird
but without realizing you are getting so attracted
just for this sonatina.
 
Just stop it, because I can't stand it anymore.
I don't want sonatinas. I want a bossa nova. (How about it?)
 
Excuse me if I bother you with this bossa nova.
 
No. No. Please don't start playing one of those silly stupid musics.
 
Ah, so I thought that you wanted something like this, but indeed.
For another minute you are needing me to bother you with this sonatina.
Just say it straight away. Just don't keep it to yourself.
 
No, you don't have to worry, because that's not my problem.
My problem is I don't want sonatinas. I prefer some rock and roll.
 
Okay so, excuse me if I bother you with this piano riff.
 
I don't forgive you and I say excuse
me if this ending is bothering you.
 

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Small Deviation in the Behaviour of the Three Wise Men

Look if suddenly the three wise men
in the middle of the road to our lands,
start to think 'What a precious, well made toys.
They deserve special treatments, another kind of benefit.'
Look if suddenly the three wise men...
 
Look if Balthazar or any of them
suddenly gets down of his camel
and laying in a cloud with boooks and dolls,
he plays the indifferent, the fool, the dolt.
Look if Balthazar or any of them...
 
Look if sorry of their kindness,
they think in their own needs.
And not happy with making the children happy,
they hog all the tricycles, all the skateboards.
Look if sorry of their kindness...
 
If the Magi Melchior, so old and bearded
suddenly wishes to play Ludo,
or if with nonstop obsession eyes he starts
to wind up a monkey toy, to ride a wooden horse.
If the Magi Melchior, so old and bearded...
 
Look if the three were misleaded,
by a different, selfish star,
and told them 'Wise men, think of what you're doing.
You can't gift it all. Realize that you're going broke.'
Look if the three were misleaded...
 
I don't want you to get dissapointed.
Think that these are just suppositions.
You know that the kings are the parents. You can sleep quiet
that for now nobody is thinking of sending you to an asylum.
I don't want you to get dissapointed...
 
I just supposed that on a Janurary sixth,
the magi didn't bring neither a rattle.
Who suddenly sick of a strange selfishness,
they put prices to the toys and place a toy shop.
I just supposed that on a Janurary sixth...
 

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Gospodar lutaka

Versions: #2
Kraj igre strasti
Urušavaš se
Tvoj sam izvor samouništenja
 
Vene kojima kola strah
Razvode najgore crnilo
I vode ka oblikovanju tvoje smrti
 
Probaj me i videćeš
Sve što ti treba je još
Posvećeni smo tome
Kako te ja ubijam
 
Dođi, puzi mi brže
Povinuj se gospodaru svome
Život ti brže sagoreva
Povinuj se gospodaru svome
Gospodar!
 
Gospodar lutaka
Vučem tvoje konce
Izvrćem ti razum i razbijam snove
 
Zaslepljen mnome
Ništa ne vidiš
Izgovori mi ime i čuću te kako vrištiš
 
Gospodaru!
Gospodaru!
 
Izgovori mi ime i čuću te kako vrištiš
Gospodaru!
Gospodaru!
 
Bodi se iglom do kraja
Nikad ne posustaj
Život umiranja postaje jasniji
 
Monopol na bol
Ritualni jad
Za doručak vuci linije na ogledalu
 
Probaj me i videćeš
Sve što ti treba je još
Posvećeni smo tome
Kako te ja ubijam
 
Dođi, puzi mi brže
Povinuj se gospodaru svome
Život ti brže sagoreva
Povinuj se gospodaru svome
Gospodar!
 
Gospodar lutaka
Vučem tvoje konce
Izvrćem ti razum i razbijam snove
Zaslepljen mnome
Ništa ne vidiš
Izgovori mi ime i čuću te kako vrištiš
 
Gospodaru!
Gospodaru!
 
Izgovori mi ime i čuću te kako vrištiš
Gospodar!
Gospodaru, gospodaru, gospodaru...
 
(Prelaz)
 
(Prvi solo)
 
Gospodaru, gospodaru,
Gde su snovi koje sam tražio?
 
Gospodaru, gospodaru
Obećao si samo laži
 
Smeh, smeh,
Samo čujem tvoj smeh
 
Smeh, smeh,
Smeješ se mojim kricima
 
POPRAVITE ME!
 
(Drugi solo)
 
Pakao je svega toga vredan
Prirodno stanište
Samo rima bez razloga
 
Beskrajni lavirint,
Traćiš odbrojane dane
Sad ti život vene
 
Obuzeću te,
Pomoći ti da umreš
Prostrujiću tobom
Sad i tobom vladam
 
Dođi, puzi mi brže
Povinuj se gospodaru svome
Život ti brže sagoreva
Povinuj se gospodaru svome
 
Gospodar!
 
Gospodar lutaka
Vučem tvoje konce
Izvrćem ti razum i razbijam snove
 
Zaslepljen mnome
Ništa ne vidiš
Izgovori mi ime i čuću te kako vrištiš
 
Gospodaru!
Gospodaru!
 
Izgovori mi ime i čuću te kako vrištiš
Gospodaru!
Gospodaru!
 

Darrospide Pastas (2002)

LM: Well. This recital is... is going to be broadcasted live by a radio station that had the courtesy of supporting this, and well, I know that on any moment we will talk with the hosts of the program. I don't know if it will be heard here in the... through the speakers the... through the sound system the voice of the hosts.. yeah they're there.
 
Hostess: Well, we're making contact with Leo Masliah live from the place where he performs. Do you hear me Leo?
LM: Yes, I hear you.
Hostess: Do you have a good feedback?
LM: Yeah, yeah. Perfectly. I hear you.
Hostess: I'm asking you if you have a good feedback? If you hear me? (The Darrospide Pastas jingle plays)
LM: Yeah, hello. You hear me?
Hostess: Wait, they're playing the music too loud, I can't hear what you say. Are you there Leo?
LM: Yeah, I hear you. Go on.
Hostess: Well. I don't know if... (Change of Darrospide Pastas jingle) I don't know if you're listening to me but here we have all set and ready for this simultaneous broadcast from the studio and... the place where you perform tonight, that you know Leo, that I can't name it because it's not found among the sponsors of this show. But the one that is found is, of course, this envelope brought by the commercial manager of DarrospidePastas . (Change of Darrospide Pastas jingle) Which has the questions that we will ask you tonight. Do you hear me?
LM: Yeah, yeah, I'm listening to you clearly.
Hostess: There's some technical difficulties over here because I'm not receiving the audio of your microphone, but well, I assume that you like all the audience, are following the alternatives of this instance sponsored by Darrospide Pastas. (Change of Darrospide Pastas jingle). Which delivered to me as I said, the envelopes with all the questions of this contest that has you as the only participant tonight. Given that our production team found out about your fondness to the Darrospide Pastas, which you're an everyday consumer of it. Right, Leo? How lucky, Now I hear you. Finally our specialist solved the inconvinient.
LM: But I didn't speak.
Hostess: What, sorry?
LM: I didn't say anything.
Hostess: Speak louder Leo, that I'm not... ah yeah. Now. I hear you well.
LM: But what do you listen if I..
Hostess: What? Not this again. Well it doesn't matter, we'll do the questions of Darrospide Pastas which molds and widens the palates of adults and children. Let's see, wait that we'll listen to the jingle (The Darrospide Pastas jingle plays)
LM: Well, eh...
Hostess: Because I don't know if you know this Leo that today almost everybody orders Darrospide Pastas
LM: Yeah, well...
Hostess: Ah no. Sorry. There's a last minute correction. They're informing me here that now everybody orders Darrospide Pastas.
LM: Yeah, err...
Hostess: Let's see if you Leo can play with your piano a bit from where you are, the Darrospide Pastas jingle for our sponsor to listen to you. (Leo plays the jingle's music) Very good, very good. I see you're doing the homework. Well Leo, here is the first question. Fo you hear me?
LM: Yes.
Hostess: Not you, pass me to Leo.
LM: But it's me.
Hostess: Are you sure? Your voice sounds too sharp. Well, it doesn't matter. It must be the equalization of your headphones. Besides the important is not the voice (the music stops) but the concept of what you're going to say. Well Leo, here goes the question. Are you ready?
LM: Yeyeyeah, come on.
Hostess: Could you tell us to our sponsor and to all the audience that listens to us, not only through the broadcasting network of the country, but also through internet? Could you tell us?
LM: Yes. What?
Hostess: Wait that I don't understand the writing of our sponsor. I do understand the logo. It's very obvious that it's the Darrospide Pastas logo, as it can't be any other, but... there, that's it. Well, this is the question: Could you tell us, what did you have for lunch today?
LM: Yes...
Hostess: Do I repeat the question or you understood it?
LM: No, I understood it perfectly. Today I lunched Darrospide Pastas.
Hostess: Correct. Perfectly answered. ('It's important, don't forget, Darrospide Pastas' and the jingle goes on) When you come here to the studio, our assistant will deliver our award to you, which is a pack of Darrospide Grated Cheese. And while we wait for the second question, we're going with the music that the very factory of Darrospide Pastas bring us. (Change of Darrospide Pastas jingle).
 
LM: Well, now I will continue with the songs I had prepared.
Hostess: Leo, Leo do you listen? (The music goes down)
LM: Yes, what?
Hostess: We're not on the air now. Listen. I wanna ask you something, because we couldn't have the chance of talking just you and me before making the connection. And what I wanna know is if the answer you gave was right, you know? Because beyond the advertising appearence that has the thing, for the public to know that you consume Darrospide products. The company matters that this is true. Do you understand? That it isn't just a slogan.
LM: Yeah, no, but it's true.
Hostess: You're sure, right? You ate pasta today?
LM: Yeah, of course.
Hostess: What pasta?
LM: Noodles.
Hostess: Yeah, but which.
LM: I don't know. Some that are like gold braids. I don't know what's the name of the shape...
Hostess: But you looked at the brand? Did you look at what the pack said?
LM: Yes.
Hostess: What did it say?
LM: It said Darrospide.
Hostess: Ah, good. Good. Because it's the brand that we want to promote, you know?
LM: Yeah.
Hostess: But...
LM: What?
Hostess: Beyond the promotion, speaking frankly, just between you and me. Don't you think that those pastas really have a special taste that overcomes by far the taste of all the other pastas?
LM: Yep.
Hostess: I swear that the first time I tasted them, I couldn't believe it. It might happened to you too, I think.
LM: Yep.
Hostess: And the most incredible is that everytime I taste them, that sensation is repeated. Does it happen to you?
LM: Yep.
Hostess: Not that you repeat the pasta. But that the sensation repeats for you, I mean.
LM: Yeah yeah.
Hostess: It would be good that you tell it to your friends, don't you think so? Or with other people you know, that you're confident with. Becasue there are many people who don't know it, do you undertand? People who never tried Darrospide. And maybe they're buying any other brand.
LM: Yesssssssss.
Hostess: You'll tell them? Can I count on you?
LM: Mmmhh.
Hostess: And you think that you have real chances of convince them? Or at least you'll give it all from your side? You'll give the best of you so they tomorrow understand the need of consuming these products?
LM: Yep.
Hostess: Well. Then I get calm. Attention, attention that we're now on the air. (The Darrospide Pastas jingle plays)
 
Ok, we have the second question ready in this contest sponsored by Darrospide Pastas. Are you Nervous Leo?
LM: Yeah, a little.
Hostess: Well, well. All will work out, don't worry. What Darrospide wants to ask you, and beware because this question has a slight similarity with the previous one, but listen well because it's about other thing.
LM: Yeah, I hear you.
Hostess: The question is (Change of Darrospide Pastas jingle) What did you eat yesterday?
LM: Yesterday?
Hostess: Yes. Yesterday. Because the other question was What did you eat today? But now it's What did you eat yesterday? You need me to repeat the question or are you in conditions to give us an answer?
LM: Wait, wait. Let me think. Yesterday...
Hostess: Yes. Yesterday. Well, think of eat valmly. Time is running, but you still have some seconds to tell your audience...
LM: Yes. Wait. I know. I remember. Yesterday...
Hostess: Yes.
LM: Look. I think yesterday... I ate pasta. (the music stops)
Hostess: Pasta, just that?
LM: No, with butter.
Hostess: Ah. You lost. I'm so sorry. The right answer was 'I ate Darrospide Pastas'. (the music returns) But it doesn't matter. Darrospide can sort out perfectly without your help. Anyway, you have here a chance to get even, because here I have the third question of this series that the experts of the marketing section of Darrospide Pastas have prepared. (Change of Darrospide Pastas jingle) Like you and surely all the audience know, the Darrospide egg noodles, are elaborated with Darrospide eggs. Now. The Darrospide eggs are composed by a Darrospide yolk, a Darrospide egg white and as natural, a shell. What Darrospide asks you Leo is, if you can tell, which is the brand of the Darrospide egg's shell. Is the question clear?
LM: Yeah, I think so.
Hostess: Well. (Change of Darrospide Pastas jingle) Good luck in the name of Darrospide and we're waiting for you to tell us the brand of the Darrospide egg's shell. Do you know which is?
LM: Let's see, let's see. I'm not sure. I'd risk a brand, but I don't know.
Hostess: Tell it, come on. Tell it without fear.
LM: Philips!
Hostess: No man, no. What a dumb. (Change of Darrospide Pastas jingle) I'm so sorry that you were wrong again, The brand was Darrospide. And let's see Leo if we can cut the losing streak with the last question I have in front of my eyes. It's this one: If you go to a supermarket and you see that in the pastas stand there are no more Darrospide products left, what would you do?
LM: Well. Generally I'm a consumer of Darrospide Pastas but I think that in a case like this, I'd have to...
Hostess: Wha-wha-what? Buying another brand??
LM: Err...... yeah, I think so.
Hostess: NO GODDAMMIT, NO NO AND NO. You were wrong again. (Change of Darrospide Pastas jingle)
LM: But you cheated. Because you made me believe that the answer was coming from that side.
Hostess: No, I didn't make you believe anything. With all the previous questions you could have an idea of which was the spirit and the life philosophy that the Darrospide company wants to promote. The answer was: I would look immediately for the working supervisor and tell him: 'Quick, Quick, reinstate the stock of Darrospide Pastas.' But you weren't able to score. You didn't make the intellectual effort that our sponsor was expecting. So well. Then the musicians complain that they don't have sponsors. That they can't fund their performances. We at the radio know to value what is quality about pastas. That's why, we keep counting with the Darrospide support, which sponsors the next block of our show. Well Leo, it was a pleasure, Keep goping with your things and we'll meet again doubtlessly, when Darrospide Pastas requires and decrees it.
 

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Noticias

I told you, do you remember?
I told you and I was right, five years ago, when I said that Noticias would be the best magazine in the country. Because it wasn't in that time, of course. But I knew that it was GOING to be.
In that time it was very bad, I never bought it.
I that time I was buying Condorito. It was way better. Even Coné, the comic of Condorito's nephew, was better. And it's still very good. When the Noticias guys get distracted, I say that Coné... can block their way any time.
Just like Caras, fame and money together. I had fame and money, but the problem is that I didn't have them together. That's why I failed. Because I had a lot of money and also a lot of fame, I had fame of thief. And the fortune didn't last too long. It lasted little.
I bought a yatch and I made a sweet sixteen party. Of sixteen million dollars. I invited sixteen people: I gave them a million dolar each. And they didn't want to stay neither for a dance. I had almost all the food for me. I ended inviting the orchestra musicians.
The clarinetist, specially, ate a lot, but the problem is that he was eating in B flat, so instead of taking the food to the mouth, he was taking it to a higher tone, he was taking it to the nose.
The horn player too, he was weird, he was eating through the horn. And the rest too, he was doing all with the horn. It was like a part of him.
And the girl who played the celesta too, she was completely integrated to the instrument, when she was playing it it was like if she was touching herself. It was almost obscene, I'd say. And her name was Celeste. I fell in love with her. But she didn't cared about me, she was very screwed with the tuba player.
Bah, the player was who screwed her with the tuba. She couldn't get out of there. She had the tuba screwed around her neck. More than a tuba, it was a boa. A big boa. Sometimes she tried to convince the flautist to play something to make the boa dance, to loosen it so she can scape. But the flautist was bery bad, he was playing so bad that the boa instead of loosen it was getting angry, and was squeezing Celeste even more.
It ended up strangling her, this is a very sad story, I... I don't wanna bring you down, but well, that was it.
That was it, that was it, it went by.
It killed her, that was it, that was it.
Don't cry, it already killed her. It's over. Don't cry.
Don't cry because I don't have handkerchiefs to give you. I mean, I have but, it's not in a good state because with the weather these days, the changes of temperature, and all that, I caught a cold, I got sick. I also had to stay in bed. I had a fever. And a doctor came to see me, but I don't know, he didn't see me in the end. He came to my house, and all, he came to see, but he didn't see me. He started to look at other things, of my house, that who knows, might interested him more.
He looked at the furnitures, he looked at the kitchen, he even opened the kitchen placard,
he started to... look er.... the pan, the pots, the ladle I have, yeah, he started looking at the ladle, the slotted spoon... he also looked at the kettle, there, he remained a while completely moveless, looking a tthe kettle,
he looked like the picture 'Artigas en el Hervidero'.
I think it's a Juan Manuel Blanes picture, isn't it? I think so, I'm not sure, I don't know, but they're paying so much attention to Blanes, now, in Europe. They published a huge book of pictures in one of those art publishers, I don't know if it was Taschen or... that other, that published the drawings of... who was?, that painer... the one who pained... an artifact, like some kind of, like a forefather of the helicopter I think, I don't know his name. Err..... an italian who appeared in some part over there, that as in all the kiosks some time ago.
In that time I remember that in the kiosks were also, a Batman comic, the Para Tí magazine, the one I was telling you and also was Noticias.
I told you, do you remember?
I told you and I was right, five years ago, when I said that Noticias would be the best magazine in the country. Because it wasn't in that time, of course. But I knew that it was GOING to be.
In that time it was very bad, I never bought it.
I that time I was buying Condorito. It was way better. Even Coné, the comic of Condorito's nephew, was better. And it's still very good. When the Noticias guys get distracted, I say that Coné... can block their way any time.
 

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You won't catch me anymore

I believe in God, I believe in Buddha, I believe in the I Ching,
I believe in all the mormons and in the Tao te Ching,
I believe in Christ, in Jesus and the ayatollahs,
and I swear for God that I believe in Satan.
I believe in ufos, I believe in love,
and also I believe in hatred and in remorse.
I believe in the Pastor Gimenez1, I believe in Rasputin,
and I even have a secret faith in Goofy,
but I don't believe in you, I don't believe you anymore,
not even when you tell the time, you won't fool me,
and I don't know if you lie or you are delirious,
but I know you won't catch me anymore.
 
I believe in Krishna, I believe in Thor, I believe in Beelzebub
and in the good intentions of Patoruzú,
I also believe in the pyramids and in the Guru,
I believe in all what Pedro Romaniuk2 says
I'm a believer of the FIFA, I believe in Havelange,
and I swallow the tale of Silvio Soldan's hair.
I believe in Yeltsin, in Walesa, I believe in Arafat,
I believe in Viscontea and in the editorial Salvat,
but I don't believe in you, I don't believe you anymore,
not even when you tell the time, you won't fool me,
and I don't know if you lie or you are delirious,
but I know you won't catch me anymore.
 
I believe in Bayer, I believe in Philips and in the RCA,
I believe in all what the publicity says,
I believe in laws and treaties, I believe in the NATO,
I believe in Carlos Castaneda and his Don Juan
I believe in angels and witches, I believe in Iemanjá,
I believe in elfs, I believe in gnomes, I believe in Saravah.
Quetzalcoatl, Maradona and in Maracaná,
I believe in all what the Jehovah witnesses say,
but I don't believe in you, I don't believe you anymore,
not even when you tell the time, you won't fool me,
and I don't know if you lie or you are delirious,
but I know you won't catch me anymore.
 
I believe in all the range of religion,
and also almost all what the TV says,
I believe in Alberto Migré and in Abel Santa Cruz3,
in the pope, the Quran and the divine light,
I believe in the destiny a lot, and more in the karma,
I believe in myself and in Zarathustra and Saint Thomas.
I believe in democracy and the feudal order,
I believe in the difference between good and evil,
but I don't believe in you, I don't believe you anymore,
not even when you tell the time, you won't fool me,
and I don't know if you lie or you are delirious,
but I know you won't catch me anymore.
 

• 1. Argentinian Televangelist
• 2. Argentinian ufologist
• 3. Argentinian producers of telenovelas

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Don't stir the past

Don't stir the past
Don't come up with the things that happened
Let the dead live in their graves
Let the living die in peace
 
Only the future matters
The past is a very dark dream
Close the windows to the nightmares
Follow the flight that nothing happens
Cross the street that nothing is coming
Pass to the other side and you'll be safe
 
Don't stir the past
Don't come up with the things that happened
Don't come up with the things that who knows if they happened
 
Don't stir the past
Don't investigate in the barbacue embers
Let the dead die
Let the living live and of you, I don't know
 
The present is a bridge
made with little resistant cords
If people is careful
When they pass to the other side
A match, a scissor
And it's a finished issue
 
Don't look back
Just march straight forward
If someone turns around or turns his head
He'll become a salt statue
 
Don't resell the fish
Don't lift the patridges that you hunted
Don't stir the past
Don't come up with the things that DIDN'T happen
 
We are even now
I believe I have absolved all the tortures I received
But in case I left some foreign debt, pay it, hee hee
 
Don't stir the past
The brain must be pretty washed
In the big wheel of history
We must give a push to the memory
Don't stay, untangle
Those brain beltways
Of your foolish and stubborn lacrimals
 
The future is safe
The past is what could happened
If you care about it, you get upset
You gotta play the fool and work.
 

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A Typical Trainee’s Christmas

Jin, Jungkook)
Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year to save me from tears
I’ll give it to someone special
 
Suga)
Our boss was indifferent, even three years ago
We’ve never had the dinner outing that everyone else has
Outside, it’s like a party
Us guys are bunched together as if we’re in the army
This year I’ll be either practicing or sitting alone in the corner
Nothing changes no matter how hard I try, I’m solo
But boss, we don’t want a solo victory
All we want is a dinner outing
 
Rap Monster)
I can’t stand it anymore because I’m so lonely
It’s the middle of December and my lips are chapped
I haven’t matched up to anybody these days, I should give up
No girlfriend either because our debut is soon
Hah idols are getting married yet
Separating the male and female trainees? How does that make sense
We can’t love so how do we write love song lyrics
If it were up to me, I’d be encouraging dating
 
Jin, Jimin, V)
(They tell me to come) The company keeps telling me to practice
(This year, again) I spent my whole day practicing
(I’m crying) I’m still a trainee
I really want to debut next year
 
Rap Monster)
Over here poop poop poop hey over there poop poop poop
This isn’t snow, it’s poop poop poop!
Look at the sky, it’s raining white poop
God really has no manners at all, none at all
Even my forever alone friend Myungsoo is going to a solo victory party
I want to rest on that day and at least hold a snowman’s hand
Our company, our boss – I don’t like any of you
I miss my mom
 
Jungkook)
My upcoming second Christmas, I don’t even remember what I did last year
That’s how boring and uneventful that day was
My name is Jeon Jungkook, my other name is maknae
Then I should be doing aegyo, as a 9th grader should
Boss, you’re the one who is in charge of Big HIt
Manager, even the other official is at home, sleeping
(Oh my god!) I’m going to cry if I can’t play
If I can’t, I’ll kneel down in front of the company door
 
Jin, Jimin, V)
(They tell me to come) The company keeps telling me to practice
(This year, again) I spent my whole day practicing
(I’m crying) I’m still a trainee
I really want to debut next year
 
Jin, Jungkook)
Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year to save me from tears
I’ll give it to someone special
 
Bang Sihyuk)
Ayo, Hitman Bang introduces Hit It, the 2nd audition
Dominate your opponent with rapping, dancing, or singing~
 
Suga)
I entered Big Hit 3 years ago through Hit It
Making it through the obstacles, history in the making
We hold the Bangtan badge
But don’t spit out rhymes and flow like our boss
 
Rap Monster)
I’m a bumpkin from Ilsan
Making it to the nation’s top 1%
I got an unexpected call during my midterms
That was it, I became solo after picking up that call
Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year to save me from tears
I’ll give it to someone special
Merry Christmas everyone.
 

Aim to Be a Pokémon Master

I'll get Pokemon!
Even if through fire, in water, on the grass, in forests,
in the dirt, through the clouds, under that girl's skirt
it's a very, very, very, very awful task, but
I'll certainly get it!
I'll get Pokemon!
 
Sayonara, Pallet town, bye-bye
I'm starting my journey with this guy here (Pikachuu!)
win and win and win with a perfect technique
and make friends in the next town
always and every time, I'll advance so skillfully
there are no guarantees, but [that's right!]
everytime and always I'll be living with seriousness,
these people are
 
Even if through fire, in water, on the grass, in forests,
in the dirt, through the clouds, under that girl's skirt
it's a very, very, very, very awful task, but
I'll certainly get it!
I'll get Pokemon!
 
Strike
 
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Jos jača

Nisi me ubio,učinio si me jačom.
Sada kad sam shvatila da mogu da budem srećna bez tebe
Shvatio si da ti nedostajem,nece moci.
Ostavljam te samog (OSTAVLJAM TE SAMOG)
Čeka me dugačak put,
I nema šanse(NEMA ŠANSE)
Kada me vidis ponovo biće ti teško
Shvatila sam
Nisam za tebe
Ne brini
Neću više patiti
Nikad se neću pokajati
Sa tobom sam naučila
Samo jos jednu stvar želim da ti kažem...
 
Boli,ali bilo je neophodno upoznati te
Od tebe sam naučila dovoljno
Nisi me ubio,učinio si me jačom.
 
Boli,ali morao si me upoznati
Iako ti je teško da mi veruješ
Nisi me ubio,učinio si me jačom oh,oh
Morala sam te upoznati oh,oh
Nisi me ubio,učinio si me jačom.
 
Sve je bilo savršeno (verovala sam)
U tom momentu(upoznala sam te)
Nisi me očekivao za ceo život
Zašto si me povredio
Nema te više u mom kalendaru
Ko ti je rekao da mi nedostaješ
Nisi me očekivao za ceo život
I shvatila sam nisam za tebe
Ne brini
Necu vise patiti
Necu se pokajati
Sa tobom sam naučila
Samo još jednu stvar želim da ti kažem.
 
Boli,ali bilo je neophodno upoznati te
Od tebe sam naučila dovoljno
Nisi me ubio,učinio si me jačom.
 
Boli,ali morao si me upoznati
Iako ti je teško da mi veruješ
Nisi me ubio,učinio si me jačom oh,oh
Morala sam te upoznati oh,oh
Nisi me ubio,učinio si me jačom.
Bio si jedini,tako da zvuči nelogično
Sa tobom sam htela nešto više od fizičkog
Nešto romantičnije
Ali za to je potrebno dvoje
I shvatila sam da nisam za tebe
Takodje ne brini necu vise patiti
Nikad se necu pokajati
Sa tobom sam naučila
Samo jednu stvar želim da ti kažem
 
Boli,ali bilo je neophodno upoznati te
Od tebe sam naučila dovoljno
Nisi me ubio,učinio si me jačom.
 
Boli,ali morao si me upoznati
Iako ti je teško da mi veruješ
Nisi me ubio,učinio si me jačom oh,oh
Morala sam te upoznati oh,oh
Nisi me ubio,učinio si me jačom.
Sada kada sam shvatila da mogu biti srećna i bez tebe
Shvatio si da ti nedostajem,nece moci.
 

María Clotilde

Waiter, serve me a glass.
I loved her madly.
And one day by whim,
she left without saying anything
and I never knew to where.
 
Waiter, bring me a snack.
I don't know the reason why
she could have left me.
She who always said
she would die by my side.
 
Waiter, go and cook me
a good dish of ravioli.
I never had news again,
a letter, a call,
a note at least.
 
Waiter, come immediately
to polish my shoes.
I don't conceive that she forgot me.
Me who I was for many years
her reason to live.
 
Waiter, wash these clothes.
Then solder that pipe
and check that socket.
Some say she returned
to find old flames.
 
Waiter, you should change
the washer of that tap.
Then wash the floor.
I know I shouldn't
even remember her.
 
Waiter, come on, let's go.
Come to dismantle the car.
How do you want me to drive
with the brake like that?
I can't sleep in the night.
 
Waiter, what's going on
that the mixture isn't ready?
Then come and I'll show you
the measures of the table
that I told you to do.
 

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Maria Julia

Maria Julia. How can there be so many hurdles
to arrange our first date?
It irritates me, when I dial your number
to be listening the frying of french fries,
that mixes with the black smoke
of a burning of bakelite.
And that turns off my desires of talking.
 
Maria Julia. When I finished dialing
on the tube I don't know what's going on,
that I can't distinguish the call sign
from a hallucination caused
by the LSD or by the
 
Maria Julia. When I get to listen to a voice
on the line, why is it that it speaks chinese?
I'm never able to link with who speaks
a more familiar language than the palestinian.
I don't know what to do to achieve
one day to dodge the cruel destiny
that the argentinian caught with ENTEL.
 
Maria Julia. To deactivate the blocks
of the receiver, I know that you propose
as solutions, that people talk privately,
out of the state scope.
But that's not right and I'll tell you why.
 
Maria Julia. I don't want to have to pay
a transnational to talk to you.
 

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What is it to you

Remember that although you may be leaving, you are not free,
our past and some paper tie us together,
you won't forget me that easily,
before you leave, think well about it.
 
You are oppressing my heart,
I don't know if it is my fault or I am right,
what I know is that I love you, that I love you!
What else can I offer you to withhold you?
 
What is it to you?
Give me your love once more.
What is it to you?
Give me one night that I will never forget
What is it to you?
Give me a kiss on waking up.
 
What is it to you?
What is it to you?
What is it to you?
 
In love there is always right and there is wrong,
In the couple there is always one who complains,
and instead of solving problems, we insist on
hurting each other y behave as if we were strangers,
 
I am going crazy thinking
that I made a mistake, how and when,
and every three words I pronounce your name,
and it's that I love you so ...
you can't imagine how much!
 
What is it to you?
Give me your love once more.
What is it to you?
Give me one night that I will never forget
What is it to you?
Give me a kiss on waking up.
 
What is it to you?
What is it to you?
What is it to you?
 
What is it to you?
Give me your love once more.
What is it to you?
Give me one night that I will never forget
What is it to you?
Give me a kiss on waking up.
 
What is it to you?
What is it to you?
What is it to you?
 

I had Edem's Garden

Trees, do you want to blossom, do you want to wither.
I don't water you, my trees, and don't wrong me.
As much water as I have for myself I offer it into a flower pot
Insatiable, that looks into my eyes with impudence.
 
'Throw dew, throw water, to be embeded into the soil
so the seed that I have inside of me will drink and wake up.
So it could grow roots, and become morning glory,
a beast of life, a frenzied maenad.
 
That will spread to the whole globe and, after it will have it covered,
it will insert itself into the insides of the crazy ones
friends, brothers and children to grow flowers there too,
pollen to fall onto the hearts, to make them sweet again'.
 
The damned flower pot narrates me such things that inflect me.
Tear-water, tear-water, poor me, I water her.
Damn you, clay pot, and you too, damn herb!
I had Edem's garden and now it's not enough.
 

Princess (Prigipessa)

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I do differently to what I want, how can I explain
I figured, I will comply as time goes by
But it is pointless to try changing yourself
It’s pointless to keep account, pointless to be good by force
 
Outside the wind is blowing, inside me nevertheless
In this house, my princess,
Your light and the light are dancing around us
The world is incredible and so is our character
 
I do differently to what I want, this is how I got here
Mistakes, vices and passions ended up proving me right
At dawn, throwing line fishing in the street
I catch myself and lose my mind
 

Sunlit Island

All ropes are tightened
Fairy tale is a deceit
Sunlit Promised Island
Is gone at drumbeat
No enchanted castle
On Earth to explore
Someone is wrong
Keeping the score
 
All fairies are faking it
There is no golden hills
Others are catching
The stars and the thrills
No birds of paradise
To banish the crows
Someone is wrong
Keeping the scores
 
In Spring it’s all melting
The snow and the ice
The ocean, the mountains
The pure blue skies
You know what will save us?
The Faith and Belief
In God’s perfect timing will grant a relief
 
All ropes are tightened
Fairy tale is a deceit
Sunlit Promised Island
Is gone at drumbeat
No enchanted castle
On Earth to explore
Someone is wrong
Keeping the score
 
E.T. (Eva Trussell) aka Vesper Lynd

I'm lonelier than yesterday, but less lonely than tomorrow

Everything I do
is just a simple distraction
from the fact that I will end suffering
and I will eventually die.
 
I suffer from a mental and sentimental illness,
I'm egotistical, ordinary, oh,
I know she will reject me in the end.
 
They say 'if you don't ask, you don't get',
but I have never gotten anything.
Getting a yes is even harder
than making her laugh, no, that's even more complex.
 
I suffer from a mental and sentimental illness,
I'm egotistical, ordinary, oh,
I know she will reject me in the end.
 
They also say 'it's her loss',
but I can't understand
how can you lose something
you haven't even won it.
 
I suffer from a mental and sentimental illness,
I'm egotistical, ordinary, oh,
I know, in the end...
 
I suffer from a mental and sentimental illness,
I'm egotistical, ordinary, oh,
I know she will reject me in the end.
 

The One I Love

[Verse 1]
There's a whisper from each streetcorner as you walk by
(Huh, huh, huh)
There's a song in a girls heart, why don't you give
(Huh, huh, huh)
A piece of yourself, a moment, just one day
(Huh, huh, huh)
But is it me that you love, is it me that you care about?
(Huh, huh, huh)
 
[Build]
I know what I want
You know that you can
Trust me always, night and day
(I know what I want
You know that you can
Trust me always, night and day)
 
[Chorus]
The one I love, the one I love, I love
The one I love, the one I love, I love
 
[Post-chorus]
But is it me that you love?
Is it me that you care about?
 
[Verse 2]
You catch every eye, you catch every hungry glance
(Huh, huh, huh)
You tune every boys thoughts into romance
(Huh, huh, huh)
A fast, hot dance and you can have whatever you want
(Huh, huh, huh)
But is it me that you love, is it me that you care about?
(Huh, huh, huh)
 
[Build]
I know what I want
You know that you can
Trust me always, night and day
(I know what I want
You know that you can
Trust me always, night and day)
 
[Chorus]
The one I love, the one I love, I love
The one I love, the one I love, I love
 
[Post-Chorus]
But is it me that you love?
Is it me that you care about
 
[Instrumental solo]
(Huh, huh, huh)
(Huh, huh, huh)
 
[Build]
I know what I want
You know that you can
Trust me always, night and day
(I know what I want
You know that you can
Trust me always, night and day)
 
[Chorus]
The one I love, the one I love, I love
The one I love, the one I love, I love
 
[Post-Chorus]
But is it me that you love?
Is it me that you care about
 
[Chorus]
The one I love, the one I love, I love
The one I love, the one I love, I love
The one I love, the one I love, I love
The one I love, the one I love, I love
 
[Post-Chorus]
But is it me that you love
Is it me that you care about
 

What I Want for Christmas

Before we know it,
it’s already our fifth Christmas together
Before we really knew it,
we’ve come to suit each other well, yeah
I thank you always
You babe
I don’t need a special present
‘cause you, you’re the one
I want for Christmas
 
We’re singing that song
I sang for you
One year ago together now
as the white snow falls around us
 
Yeah, I feel alive
even in this cold wind
I feel like if I dream
a new dream with you
it can all come true
 
Winter sunlight (Hey, yeah)
and your voice ringing clear like a carol (Ooh)
I want to make it heard
all the way to the heavens, yeah (Na na, na na na)
 
I thank you always
You babe
The reason my winters are that much more special
‘cause you, you’re the one
I want for Christmas
 
We’re singing that song (I, you)
I sang for you (Ehh)
One year ago (Oh) together now (Yeah)
as the white snow falls around us
 
Yeah, I (Yeah, I) feel alive (feel alive)
even in this cold wind
I feel like if I dream (Ooh)
a new dream (Oh yeah)
with you it can all come true
 
I’ll be your miracle
so the jingle bell ring can echo all around (Ooh)
Our winters are always warm (Warm)
they always have been
 
We’re singing that song
I sang only for you
One year ago (Ooh) together now (Like this)
as the white snow falls around us
 
Yeah, I feel alive
even in this cold wind
I feel like if I dream
a new dream
with you it can all come true
 

Lonely moon

Full moon so much reaching
through the sky without finding
anything but traces of your whiteness
or a stone that someone threw
In a time that didn't kept going
and in your rounds didn't cross
that star that led me
to the spell that makes leave the world
the influx of your look
Full moon of clarity
foreigner in the eternity.
 
Full moon of vacuity
a sorrow of immensity
it makes its way when while passing
the twilight comes out to thresh
Your soul in pain of loneliness
in your rounds didn't cross
that star that led me
led me to the roaming
glow of your look
Lonely moon I look for a place
at the shadow of your glow.
 

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Mom, I want your punitive claims over me to expire

Don't come over me
give me a chance
You're too impulsive
I want to explain you
Don't grumble me, mom
I know I misbehaved
but if I didn't do it
others would grumble me
 
I swear that no, no, mom
I didn't want, mom
to vote the impunity law
No, no, mom
I didn't want to vote, mom
the impunity law
 
But if I didn't do it
the military, mom
I know it wouldn't let me
come out and play
So don't grumble me, mom
you gotta understand
I didn't want to miss again
to play to have the power
 
But mom, I didn't like to vote
mom, the impunity law
No, no, mom, I didn't like to vote
mom, the impunity law
 
It's a dreadful law
but it would be worse
to dig my own grave
for defending the honor
So don't grumble me, mom
it wouldn't be legal
your claim of punishing me
doesn't run with the new legislation
 
But, mom, my feelings are not
on the side of impunity
No, no, mom, my feelings are not
on the side of impunity
 
What happens is that I have a seat and it waits for me
I have to go to legislate
It's not like any seat
it worths a Uruguay
So don't grumble me, mom
I just wanted to take care
that the banking keeps supporting me
and the cow keeps breastfeeding me
 

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The guitar classes of Miss Cunegunda Lopez of Garcia

At the guitar classes of Miss Cunegunda Lopez
of Garcia in front of the Cinemascope
I gave my first steps with my hands
on the guitar with my brothers
Our fathers were sending us with the stave notebook
And while the class was ongoing they were doing shopping
 
I learned a lot of pieces that I don't know well where did they came from
Though if miss Cunegunda
were teaching us them it's for something
The odd thing that happens is that nowdays
when I go to the guitar concers I don't listen to those pieces
but in our end of the year auditions they were playing these
 
My guitar teacher was also teaching me beautiful songs
I still keep recordings
of when my aunts gave me a kiss
and told me boy show your progress
and as they were songs that they also had learned
when they were young then they helped me and sang along
 
The memory I keep of my happy days of student
is very pleasant and if I kept going forward
all that was thanks to that professor
who my song remembers tonight
And despite she went to heaven like a pigeon
I keep her signature in the lower part of my diploma.
 

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The lifting turtles

We're the lifting turtles. We come to peel you.
The pocket, the purse, we'll empty it.
Your destiny is marked, don't pretend to dodge
the cleaning service that we'll give you.
We're Blanes and Figari, the turtles of the place.
But watch out, because we don't know to draw.
We only make maps of the traffic routes
of the CUTCSA buses that we'll purify.
 
We request you to move to the back that its empty.
 
The bills, the coins, the Master Cards,
all, all that you have, we'll take out form you.
But if you see us put the hand here you better
remember when you were looking there.
We're the lifting turtles and under the shell,
we have nothing that could be called a heart.
Because we grope anybody in a rush
without seeing if it's old or a baby.
 
Buaaa, buaaa, mommy, mommy, the lifting turtles stole me.
 
Never have a lot of attachment for any property,
because one day you have it and the next day is gone.
It's more convinient for you to direct your affection
towards to things that aren't of good quality.
We're the lifting turtles. Manuelita was left behind.
She went looking for her turtles, she got lost and will never return.
At Paris, the dry cleaners also told us
that they locked her in a jar full of turpentine.
 
Glup. Glup. Glup.
 
We're Blanes and Figari, real cleaners.
Dry cleaning is our highest speciality.
We treat your clothes with care and softness
and we only charge with what comes at your discretion.
We're the lifting turtles. We will strip you
from your goods so you can't waste them.
A tombstone in the skin will make you remember
all the wool we sheared you passing.
 
Meeeee. Meeeee. Meeeee.
 

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The tragedy of going to watch Titanic

The other day I went to watch Titanic. I couldn't watch it. I went to the cinema and all that, but the people was very frenzied. That movie made an uproar, and I don't know, there were a lot of people at the cinema who were making noise, and couldn't stand the anxiety, and it's weird, because it's a movie that even if you didn't watch it, everybody knows how it ends, but anyway, there was an amazing uproar at the movies and I started to ask some people to not scream, and a woman said to me “shhh!” and another guy from behind yelled 'Stop, shut up!' and another answered 'Can I know why don't you shut up?'. And I said to them 'shhh!” and someone from some placed yelled at me 'silence!', and a woman said 'you ask for silence and you're screaming', and I said to the woman 'shhhhhhhhhhh' and another guy from the front said 'shut up, you sound like a chicken' and the one next to him told him to shut his mouth and another guy told him 'and why don't you preach with the example?'. And a woman with anxious voice asked 'could you shut up, please?', and the man next to her immediately said 'shhht!” and she asked 'shhht what' and he said 'shut up' and she asked 'I have to shut up? not you?' 'You two shut up' said another guy. 'Sorry: the three', said another who got in. And another said 'keep talking, anyway...'. 'You don't let me listen!', said another. 'You neither', replied a woman. 'The talking didn't reach the toilet for the shit to come out', said another woman. And the partner of the first woman came out to defend her and went to where the other woman was because he wanted to insult her, but then he recognized her and said 'Olga! What are you doing here!' and she said 'what are YOU doing here, you said that you had to do extra time at work, and who's that woman with you?!'. And another woman from another seat said 'finish this stupid soap opera! I came to watch the movie!'. 'Then, if you came to watch the movie, why don't you shut up', replied another voice. 'Finish it once and for all!', said another guy, and started to call out the usher. Another one said 'shut up, don't you see that with those calls you don't let us listen?' and the other said 'I'm calling the doorman to silence people like you'. 'If the doorman comes, I'll ask him to take you both out', said a woman. 'Chitón!' yelled another guy. 'Chitón?' asked another, 'you think you came to watch George of the Jungle?'. 'Stop, don't you see that if you keep going like that they'll suspend the play?!' yelled another woman. 'I paid my ticket', said a guy 'you can't suspend the play'. 'Give us back the money!', yelled nother guy. And a girl said 'they'll give back the money only to those who behaved. To the disturbants like you, they'll give you none'. 'And they'll fine you for talking', he replied. 'And they'll kick your ass out', said another voice over there. 'Come here to tell that', screamed the other. 'Why don't you go fight outside and leave us alone watching the movie?', protested another. 'Stay in your issues', they replied. And another said 'if you all shut up, we'd be enjoying an excellent show'. Another one answered 'if you refrained from saying that, you'd have done an important contribution to the silence of the cinema'. And another asked 'Why don't you see the rafter in your eye instead of the mote in the other's eye?'. 'Shut up, rafted!' they yelled at him. And the thing kept going through all the movie. When it ended, I went home frustrated but I turned on the TV and fortunately was beginning –and I could watch it fully– my favorite show: The Love Boat.
 

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Teresa

She had a pallet.
She had children.
She had news paper.
She had a window.
She had thread.
She had for the ticket.
She had.
She had Primus alcohol.
She had a bottle.
She had clothes hanging.
She had. She had.
She had half hour.
She had a bucket.
She had bride pictures.
She had. She had. She had.
She had detergent.
She had stamps.
She had to do the beds.
She had. She had. She had. She had.
She had a manger.
She had cavity.
She had green onions.
She had. She had. She had. She had. She had.
She had a potty.
She had soup.
She had to blame Marcelo.
She had. She had. She had. She had. She had. She had.
She had a cigarette.
She had fear.
She had the clean room.
She had. She had. She had. She had. She had. She had. She had.
She had a washbowl.
She had a dog.
She had fifty grams.
She had. She had. She had. She had. She had. She had. She had. She had.
 

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Tell me if you dare

I will see you somewhere
and then I will disappear in the alleys
to not see me...
to not reminisce
how beautiful is when you are in love,
when you forgive
 
It's raining tonight and I am here
enclosed in a room
full of smoke
 
Tell me if you dare
that you didn't find in us
whatever you desired
Tell me if you dare,
tell me if you can
that you haven't miss me and that you aren't looking for me
But never say that you have forgotten me,
that you don't love me
 
What makes you come here again
and you lie in my heart
and hurt me..
I am suffering in silence
just in case you love me as you see me like this,
but you are laughing!
 
It's raining tonight and I am here
enclosed in a room
full of smoke
 
Tell me if you dare
that you didn't find in us
whatever you desired
Tell me if you dare,
tell me if you can
that you haven't miss me and that you aren't looking for me
But never say that you have forgotten me,
that you don't love me
 

Sally's Song (Reprise)

My dear, please...
 
... I would like to accompany you
To see the moon in all its splendor.
 
For having you, today and forever,
Because our love is a reality
Until the end...
 

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En.Jo.V.Her.

The foreign debt

For lacking of pecuniary resources,
the foreign debt in Uruguay
will be paid, because there's no other option,
with the cultural heritage
 
Uruguay will pay with ,
with , with Brazilian yerba mate,
with and the one who flee,
with shippings of young blood.
 
Uruguay will pay with Agua Jane,1
with ,
and the 1815 Land Regulation, with Lena3
and with the Jugolín jingle.4
 
Uruguay will pay with the great doubt
of how was a real ,
with and the sack man,
with Jorge Curi5, with .
 
Uruguay will pay with the foreign debt
with the 'tá, with the vo and the 'tas ahí,6
and they will give it, as a receipt,
a pool table and Lee jeans.
 
Uruguay will pay with Super 8, with ,
with the CASMU7 and with ,
just like Argentina pays it with ,
with ,
with ,
with ,
.
 
Uruguay will pay with its folklore,
with the ,
and they will give it, as a receipt,
a rock and roll and Frank Pourcel LP.
 
Uruguay will pay with the foreign debt
that one day two or three people took on,
and four or five renew it daily
with documents written in english.
 
Uruguay will pay with ,
,
Pareja9,
.
 
Uruguay will pay with democracy,
with freedom of thought and speech,
and they will give it, as a receipt,
more misery, more hunger and repression.
 
Uruguay will pay with ,
with ,
,
and with Lysate Heart11.
 
Uruguay will pay with the foreign debt
with a briber, with four potato chips,
with an evil revision of the ,
with a Florencio award12 to the IMF.
 
It will pay, it will pay, it will pay, it will pay, it will pay with ,
with labels of Pulidor13 and with .
It will pay, it will pay, with Walter Bonfiglio14 and the trolleybuses poles
with interests, ,
with , with Radio Sarandí.
It will pay with Barrán17, it will pay with ,
and with that achieved to survive.
 

• 1. A brand of bleach
• 2. Serafín J. García: Poet and writer
• 3. Ruben Lena: Music composer and teacher. Known for writing many folklore songs, specially 'A Don Jose'
• 4. Del abuelo al chiquilin, todos toman Jugolín
  Es el jugo refrescante que a la sed le pone fin.
  Jugolín, sabor tan fresco que a la sed le pone fin.
  Jugolín refresca la vida. Jugolín refresca la vida.
  Jugolín refresca la vida. Jugolín refresca la vida.
  (From the grandfather to the kid, everybody drink Jugolín
  It's the refreshing juice that puts an end to thirst.
  Jugolín, fresh flavor that puts an end to thirst.
  Jugolín refreshes life. Jugolín refreshes life.
  Jugolín refreshes life. Jugolín refreshes life.)
• 5. Playwright
• 6. Popular expressions menaning: stop, hey and are you there
• 7. Assistance Center of the Medical Union of Uruguay
• 8. Uruguayan Federation of Housing for Mutual-Support Cooperatives
• 9. Miguel Ángel Pareja: Painter
• 10. A children novel written by Francisco Espinola
• 11. A medicine that was used by cancer patients
• 12. Uruguayan theater award
• 13. Brand of powder soap for washing pans
• 14. Bandoneo player who had a radio show in the 80s
• 15. A comedy TV show
• 16. Manuel Martínez Carril: Movie critic and film curator
• 17. José Pedro Barrán: Professor in history
• 18. Television announcers

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The case-hardener woman

That morning the sun didn't come up.
But Mrs Juana never found out.
 
Early in the morning she went to work.
Doing brush-strokes, doing case-hardening.
Machines, rings, metal noises.
Mechanics, crickets, screeching ritual.
 
Then at the exit, Juana in the crowd,
among the stampede, she ran to the door.
In the cold night over the concrete,
Juana was hiding in her jacket.
 
When she got home, her son was shivering.
'Son, what happens to you? Tell me please.'
'Mom, I'm cold, the sun didn't come up.'
'Come on son, if you are my sun.'
 
Without understanding, Juana kissed him.
And later tired, she went to sleep.
That morning the sun didn't come up.
But Mrs Juana never found out.
 

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The date

A man sitting alone on a table of a bar near a window that was open. A girl comes walking by the street. She passes next to the window and the man says... (something that it's written in this paper). Shee looks at him and asks him: 'Are you talking to me?'
He turns red and answers: 'Yes, but I apologize'
She says: 'Can I come in?'
He says yes, while he takes his hand to the jacket pocket and checks the limited content of his wallet.
She says 'Don't worry, I'm thinking of paying for what I use'.
The girl, seen from the street, opens the door of the bar. While she says 'hello', she moves away from the table the chair in which she will sit, for being able to do it. It's about the opposite chair to the man's in the table.
The man lights up nervously a cigarette and then he extends the box to the girl saying 'Sorry, I didn't offer you, do you smoke?'
She says: 'No.' And then she says: 'So... you like me?'
He replies: 'Yes, but I don't know, anyway...'
They lok at each other in silence. The man says: 'Don't be offended, but I wish to know if you sitted with me by reasons of work'.
The girl caresses him and says: 'No, stupid, I'm here because I fell in love with you'.
The faces of both come closer. They kiss. Then the girl says: 'Oh, I gotta go!'
He answers: 'Wait, when will we meet again?'
She says 'The sooner the better, I hope'.
He says: 'Well, we will meet at eight at Sarmiento and Abel Giménez'.
She answers: 'The time is fine for me, but I don't know which is Abel Giménez'.
He says 'It's the second street after Mulligan'
She says 'Mulligan? I don't know the street. Let's meet better at the bar of Uruguay and Trostky'.
'Uruguay and what?' he asks.
'And Trotsky' she answers, He asks: 'What's that street? What name had before?'
'I don't know, I always knew it as Trotsky' she says.
'And tell me, wouldn't it be fine at Sandokán and Paraguay?' he asks. And adds: 'I always stop there'.
'Look, I know Paraguay' she says, 'but not Sandokán'.
He answers: 'well, where do you want to meet?'
'Here' she says.
'Impossible' he replies, 'at that time this place is so packed in like sardines'.
'Well' she says, 'I'll give you my house address, I think it's the best'.
The man writes while the woman says: 'Reconquista and Florida'.
'Reconquista and Florida don't cross!' he says, lifting the veaw from the paper.
'You tell me that?' she says. 'I live there.'
He answers: 'I know perfectly that they don't cross, I worked all my life on that zone'.
'Well' she says, 'if you think they don't cross, then don't come'.
'Of course I won't go' he says. 'I don't like pranks'.
'You know?' she says. 'You're an imbecile, if I say that I live there is because I do live there.'
'Look, don't keep going with that because you won't fool me, you big idiot' he says.
'I never saw such a stupid guy' she replies, 'we could had a good time tonight in my house...'
'Yeah, yeah, go to hell' he says.
'You motherfucker' she says.
The man gets up irascible and spills everything on the table over the girls skirt yelling: 'Don't mess with my mother!'
Behind, the bar's waiter draws the attention of a police agent about what is going on. Boxing scene between the man and the girl. The polceman comes close yelling 'stop, stop'. Then he takes the two contenders to a police station.
Later the man is sleeping in a cell. A policeman opens the door saying: 'Wake up, Gómez '.
'Eh?' he says, sitting up.
The agent says: 'you may leave', and he leads him to a room where he delivers his personal goods. Gómez takes possession of them and says:
'I wish to make a question. Could you give me the address of the woman who came with me?'
'No sir!' answers upset the policeman, 'I forbid you to see that woman again. If you don't get along with her leave her alone and this is it, did you understand?'
'Yes' says Gómez.
 

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The rabble

At the courthouse door,
The friends, the relatives
All equally dressed,
Very happy and toothlessly smiley
Were waiting for the newlyweds.
 
The bride very late
Has arrived and for a long while.
Maybe to boast
About her cheap pink shoes,
She moved among the people.
 
The broom wasn't appearing
And mistrusting looks
Were exchanging the aunts
Of the brida and the sisters in law,
Combed with occasional curls.
 
Time kept passing
And the bride suddenly
Saw coming something horrorful.
Something that before the decen people
Would make her come off badly.
 
When it became obvious
That the wedding wouldn't happen
The least indulgents
With gossips and empty rumours
Were explaining the happening.
 
For consolating the bride
I think they were insulting,
The traitor of her wishes
For deceitful and hypocrital
How ugly to leave this girl so bad.
 
But for the inside the attendees
Were pondering unsatisfied,
That she prematurely
Had called him to his house.
Well done, let him pay the consequences.
 
Suddenly came to the courthouse
Some terrible news.
The broom had killed himself,
There's a wake instead of party.
Orchestra, let's change the repertoire.
 
The boy had died
On the way to the wedding
Very close to the harbor
In a very violent car crash.
I'm sorry, said the clerk to the bride.
 
It was an original wake.
There was a lot of pastry.
The bride cried for the wedding,
His father cried for the waste.
What a night, what a play to give up.
 
But the rabble doesn't forgive
And among condolences and wine,
Somebody mentioned the zone
Where the boy had died.
Damn, the novice went to train.
 
Other said that the deceased
Having regrets,
Had came speeding to the harbor
To fade away.
I think, that this was his thought.
 

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