Baño De Cultura

I found him in the early morning like a warrior going into battle, armed with a broom and a shovel, half asleep, poorly shaved. I look at him, he looks at me, I look at him again; he, with his head down, sighs, I invite him to come up. She looks at me and I look at her again. She rolls her eyes and sighs, 'Auntie,' I say, 'can I come up?' 'Sweetie, darling,' I give him a motherly good culture bath and a soap one, that's what you need. The aunt is thrilled, and she's got money, for sure, I follow her lead with the water and shampoo. And with culture baths and pink Moussant gel, the tough-skinned kid is getting cultured! I won't say pot, I won't say first aid kit, I'll say medicine kit and pot. And you'll learn the weak pronouns, you'll read Carner, and you'll write endless verses that rhyme 'a lot of good.' Broom, once again the beautiful June can be smelled. Oh, little Chinese girl, I like love in a foam bed! So let's go to the bathtub, long live soap and culture, and let the flag rise like a lantern in the pure night! I look at him, he looks at me, I look at him again... We've been rolling 'the strip', we keep going without stopping... we see each other non-stop... non-stop...