La Buena Medida

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.