Qué tiempos aquellos

Good 'ol times
when the girls in the booths
They almost became my ruin
when Montera had corners
with ladies for rent

Unclasping bras
to cure me of lovesickness
when they bring flowers to my grave
the half-girlfriends that I abandoned

I who passed from Greek legends
I found Olympus on national highway VI

Good 'ol times
of drunkenness and marijuana
making the weekend eternal
today that in my soul I already comb gray hair
like trophies in a trunk

I save my favorite movie
a note with your measurements
an elixir against goodbyes
and the two wings that Red Bull gives

Today I only buy withered flowers
and sometimes I fuck with little princesses
no blue blood

The dancers that drive me crazy
They never danced "The Nutcaster"
nor do they use "Tu-tu"

Times that I thought would never return
And yet, chance
has led me here today

"He has gained weight," the Madames whisper.
-"Don't you remind us of love?
We are Cynthia and Marilyn

Times that I thought would never return
times of a thousand lives that I lived

Good 'ol times
that by touching my breast I came
when kisses always knew
the opposite of joy
contrary to the truth

"Hot, Papillon, Romaní, Riviera"
Casa de Campo, waiting list
everyone's notches in my portfolio
albal paper hearts

Now that I am an expert in Tantrism
I miss onanism
conventional

I work on a bench in the morning
but at night I still feel like
to sing

To put on the costume
gulf and porn author

I live on the edge of defeat
and for a fuck I play the role of you
of my song