Benditos Malditos

Blessed be the rare exceptions
The bruises of the vulnerable
The lips that take advantage of the most forgotten corners
More forgotten, more unforgettable
Blessed be, blessed be

The miraculous saints, the affectionate chubby ones
The crazies who believe they are Napoleons
The pale lesbians, the sweet homosexuals
The snot of people with windows
The one-eyed who don't want to see visions
The dead who die with desires

Blessed be the zeros on the left
Those born nowhere
The ones who live Zapata even if he loses
The ladies named solitude

The saboteur's saber, the dentist's cavity
The Buenos Aires, the bad husbands
The venial drugs, the stew soup
The smart ones who seem subnormal
Those who could have been and didn't want to
The descendants of animals

Cursed be the righteous, the submissive
Those who score headers
Those who ask for permission to pee
The subjects of the God of certainty

Those who embellish their children's grades
The honest citizens, the brats
Those who have sex with a safety net and on installment
The scoundrels who have never broken a plate

Damn the voice of experience
That almost makes a mistake in the middle of the sum
The peace pipe with conscience
Let them hear, in my taxi smoking is not allowed

Those who don't get wet when it rains
Those who smile in photographs
Those who progress because they don't move
The scandalous majority
Cursed be, cursed be

Blessed be the hot blondes
Who get excited just to pass the time
The shy ones who come out with witty remarks
The stain on the devout's pants
Blessed be, blessed be

The saliva spitters, the divas' roosters
The calluses on the legs of the lame
The red poppies, the grandmother at San Fermin
The records that don't make it into the Guinness
The cynics who cry in the cinemas
The three or four-leaf clovers

The nurses who raise the fever
The hospital-nippled breasts
The cats that don't sell a cat for a hare
The joyful mysteries of the rosary

The bullfighter's girlfriend, the bullfighter's bronchi
The sad ones who laugh at sadness
The rich without money, the lazy with laziness
The last ones who arrive first
The bald ones who tip their hat
Before dignity and beauty

Cursed be the fools with medals
Mommy's boys, the snitches
The candidates (close the wall)
The small print of the contract

The informers of others' dust
Diabetes, AIDS, the elderly
The bile sorbets with a vein
Those who applaud the prince on their knees
The stories of the accounts paid in cash
The interest rates, the settlements
Those who retire the retired
The trendsetters of the latest trend

Those who never go over the line
The blows of symmetry
Those who show off their cell phone on the beach
Those who make deals with the police
Cursed be, cursed be