Romulo y Remo

Two Dominican black women, a house on the beach,
time to waste, two hundred don periñones,
and the tough face, bump-proof.
secrets, loves, best songs,
invite Marlon Brandon to dinner one night.
win a damn raffle, don't let democracy fool us.
be more of a companion to my loneliness,
don't go on sale when you're not around.
A heart that doesn't stumble thirty-five times on the same stone,
a good cancer in the balls for the Galtieris, for the Masseras.
friends party so my teeth last,
be able to forget whenever I feel like it.
let the sky be within reach,
in case there are no more beds in hell.
sell myself dearly to the worst bidder,
think slowly and hungry for goals. goal. goal.
we want a little more of everything,
within reach and a little more besides.
we want a little more of everything,
within reach and a little more besides.
ten kilos of cold blood, always in my pocket
a good lie, be lucky in failures,
and with sins, good aim, for dessert a great wine,
for starters a good belly button, a safari up to Graciela Alfano's tits,
be old when it doesn't hurt.
may the bony one not take me into account,
may what I don't give you not reach you,
may what I never am not serve you.
we want a little more of everything,
within reach and a little more besides.
we want a little more of everything,
within reach and a little more besides.
sell myself dearly to the worst bidder,
think slowly with hunger for goals.
we want a little more of everything,
within reach and a little more besides.
look at you.