(to two friends who loved each other with their soul, ay! hombe)
I remember Jaime Molina
when I was drunk I put this condition
That, if I died first, I made myself a portrait
or, if he died first he would take a son
Now I prefer this condition
that he would make me the portrait and not take out the son.
Famous were his parrandas
that no friend let sleep
when I was drinking.
He always insulted me
with phrases of affection that I knew to say
Then in the legs I sat
He would tell me a joke and he would start laughing.
(Oh buddy, if I knew how Rafa remembers that he just cries ..)
The thing started very child
Jaime Molina taught me to drink
wherever he was, he was with me
and wherever I was, I was with him
Now it hurts me that he's gone
I stayed? without Jaime and without Rafael.
(A simple tribute to the painters and poets of the valley, oh man).
Only among all we can make this a better place :)