Resumen Porteño

Ricky is ready
Ready in the head
And on top of that, he got the navy
(937)
And to get by
He just takes pills
And no longer touches a book
And doesn't want to be told anything

And Ricky is leaving
Alone, without speaking, but he's leaving
A pair of new batteries for the walkman
And a bus ticket to the river
And a cassette of days, and days, and days

Agueda dances
She dances and falls
And never loses weight
The psychoanalysts
Are using her
And they say there's no hope anymore
(Is it because of her green cheek?)

And this always happens
No one will vibrate their sorrow
She's only happy at concerts
And they always take her away arrested
Like an angel

And in the inflationary hell
And among the world leaders
Your heart will open... Maybe

Cacho is dead
Dead from laughter
And he feels nothing anymore
He just goes with his fishing rod
And his laptop
And he builds with the dawn
I don't know if he'll go crazy
Or if he'll stay like that
Even if the horizon dissolves
But the truth is it's impressive
To see the white fish in nylon
When it's so early

Usually... Only bodies float at this hour