El Ritmo Del Lunes

Pueyrredón and Santa Fe - repeat -
Which sidewalk are you walking on?
I'm going to sit in a bar
to watch people pass by - chorus -
to watch people pass by
At a table, the two poets
gather pieces of a false day
because at night is when
the fury that pierces you begins
from lovers, from being Tuesday...
- chorus -
In the bathroom, the drugged ones locked up
and at the table
the bearded ones confess
because they are out of their minds
every seven karatekas
a blow follows and I'm looking for
that great meaning
that life has programmed, banished
chorus
the rhythm of Monday
no longer walks
it's sitting waiting for the day
prisons of ink
of the night
ambulatory of sex and waste
but tonight
I can learn
she reads a novel
that I can't quite make out
she gets up and picks up from the floor
my confession
Pueyrredón and Santa Fe
Which sidewalk are you walking on?
Pueyrredón and Santa Fe
Which sidewalk are you walking on?