STREET ART: C/ Marqués de Lazán

DISNEY

GORRIÓN ROJO

UNA LADILLA TENGO EN EL ALMAX

Me levanto con un gusano de malestar.

Qué grande fuiste, Aute.

Me da una pereza infinita afeitarme. Decido dejarme barba. Pero sé que me arrepentiré.

Hoy de nuevo llegaré tarde.

Hace frío, mucho frío...

Como en los viejos tiempos.

Frío, falta de higiene, reproducción insensata.

No tengo ganas de ver a nadie.

Y menos a la proba bancaria.

Llego tarde...

En la "Fidelity Fiduciary Bank" veo a la proba empleada del banco. Ha debido de ascender. Está en un rincón, supongo que llevando temas de enjundia.

He ido directo al grano: "Me llevo la pasta".

Ha contraatacado con un convincente discurso:

Respuesta: "Me llevo los dos peniques".

So long, Marianne...

Come over to the window, my little darling

I'd like to try to read your palm

I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy

Before I let you take me home

Now so long, Marianne

It's time that we began to laugh

And cry and cry and laugh about it all again

Well, you know that I love to live with you

But you make me forget so very much

I forget to pray for the angels

And then the angels forget to pray for us

Now so long, Marianne

It's time that we began to laugh

And cry and cry and laugh about it all again

We met when we were almost young

Deep in the green lilac park

You held on to me like I was a crucifix

As we went kneeling through the dark

Oh, so long, Marianne

It's time that we began to laugh

And cry and cry and laugh about it all again

Your letters, they all say that you're beside me now

Then why do I feel alone?

I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web

Is fastening my ankle to a stone

Now so long, Marianne

It's time that we began to laugh

And cry and cry and laugh about it all again

For now I need your hidden love

I'm cold as a new razorblade

You left when I told you I was curious

I never said that I was brave

Oh, so long, Marianne

It's time that we began to laugh

And cry and cry and laugh about it all again

Oh, you are really such a pretty one

I see you've gone and changed your name again

And just when I climbed this whole mountainside

To wash my eyelids in the rain

Oh, so long, Marianne

It's time that we began to laugh

And cry and cry and laugh about it all again

No, sólo es tiempo de llorar, y llorar, y volver a llorar sobre todo ello de nuevo.