In the meantime
There is variable cloudiness
You can see the horizon
The day is nice
Like that summer in Villa facing the sea
A young girl shouts at a dog
That does not dirty your path
Spend a Thirty-five full
I discard a thousand poems without stopping.
Meanwhile, meanwhile
Your waist is made moon
You put dreams in the crib
And your bodice fills love pitchers.
The walls of history fall
The old ones fall with their glories,
And even my own memory
He resists but he tends to faint
The blind presidents pass
And behind the dissidents
And a murga plays a kick
Celebrating a singular speech.
Meanwhile, meanwhile
Your waist is made moon
You put dreams in the crib
And your bodice fills love pitchers.
One hundred whales commit suicide
A chorus of AIDS was formed
Television is determined to demonstrate
That there is nothing more to show.
Hens lay eggs
I suck my fifth finger
And a minister is prosecuted
For wanting to take your armchair home.
Meanwhile, meanwhile
Your waist is made moon
You put dreams in the crib
And your bodice fills love pitchers
Only among all we can make this a better place :)