We have memory, we have friends,
We have trains, laughter, bars,
We have the doubt and the faith, sumo and I continue,
We have motels, gambling dens, alters.
We have urgencies, loves that kill,
We have silence, tobacco, reasons,
We have Venice, we have Manhattan,
We have ashes of revolutions.
We have shoes, pride, present,
We have customs, modesty, panting,
We have the mouth, we have the teeth,
Saliva, cynicism, madness, desire.
We have sex and rock and drugs,
The feet in the neighborhood, and the scream in the sky,
We have quintero, lion and quiroga,
And a pending bros with pedro botero.
More than one hundred words, more than one hundred reasons
Not to cut your veins
More than a hundred pupils where we see ourselves alive,
More than a hundred lies that are worth it.
We have an ace hidden in the sleeve,
We have nostalgia, piety, insolence,
Nuns of fellini, cures de berlanga,
Poison, hangover, perfume, violence.
We have a roof with books and kisses,
We have the morbid, the jealousy, the blood,
We have the fog stuck in our bones,
We have the luxury of not being hungry.
We have achilles heels with no funds,
Sunday clothes, no flag,
Summer clouds, wars of Macondo,
Mushrooms in November, spring fever.
Roundabouts, magazines, doorways, pistols,
What does it matter, I'm sorry, forever, I love you,
Atleti fans, coppola gangsters,
Veronica and Rosemary Curro room.
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We have the evil of melancholy,
Thirst and rage, noise and nuts,
We have the water and, twice a day,
The holy miracle of bread and fish.
We have lolitas, we have donjuanes;
Lennon and McCartney, Gardel and Lepera;
We have horoscopes, Bibles, Korans,
Ramblas on the moon, virgins of wax.
We have shipwrecks dreamed of beaches
Islets are name neither law nor routine,
We have wounds, we have medals,
Laurel of glory, crowns of thorns.
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We have whims, inflatable dolls,
Fallen angels, sailing boats,
Poor exquisite, miserable rich,
Perez mice, toothaches.
We have projects that have withered,
Perfect crimes that we did not commit,
Portraits of brides who forgot us,
And a soul on offer that we never sold.
We have poets, hung, scoundrels,
Quixotes and sanchos, babel and sodoma,
Grandparents who always won battles,
Roads that never led to Rome.
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Only among all we can make this a better place :)