La Buena Medida
Vudú
The Good Measure
Corner store
like an animal from a totem
from the primitive drunk horde.
It's like an Olympus
a Delphic oracle,
a panacea redoubt in the center.
Chorus:
It's in The Good Measure.
There's magic on that corner.
Its facade tries
to reflect the '30s
carrying a postmodern cave.
Thick family members
that regulars turn
into eternal Dionysian fetishes.
Chorus
I ended up in the myth of its tables.
I ended up in the oldest store.
Fixed on the screen
of Crónica spitting out
lotteries and races from Palermo.
And on the front page
of La Capital appears
like a karma defeat and hell.
