Sopa de letras
Memphis La Blusera
Word Soup
Through a foggy glass,
An incessant parade of memories,
The transformed image
Of a friend from other times
Suffocated with his armpit
Four books,
Four wise thoughts.
At the stop of the 5
We asked him: 'where are you going?'
'To downtown,' he replied
and he never returned
the neighborhood is waiting for him.
He spent all his salary on books
What a way to waste money
He seemed confused
And his head felt heavy
And the spoon was agonizing
In a word soup.
His friends turned out to be simple
He left the neighborhood, went to downtown
Ended up among intellectuals
And snobbish mystifiers
And the spoon was agonizing
In a word soup.
Every night on Corrientes
At La Paz or La Giralda
Chatting about abstract things
With convoluted words
And the spoon was agonizing
In a word soup.
He started wearing glasses,
His eyes didn't see well
So conceited, the know-it-all
That he couldn't understand
And the spoon was dying
In a word soup.
Come back to the neighborhood, on the 5
Because the neighborhood is nicer
Come back to the neighborhood, on the 5
Come back to the neighborhood...
