martes, marzo 28, 2006

El Carro Amarillo

From far away we can see,
by the way a man walks,
if he's got a job
You only need one finger to inform that someone has died
Your woman's eyes tell you if she still loves you
and, even with the "Yes Papi" coming out of her mouth,
You can guess that she already has her suitcase ready
that another man waits for her around the corner
smoking inside a yellow car
talking with a taxi driver
about baseball.

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