Fito Páez
Miscellaneous
Exquisite Corpse
The day begins and a sentimental light
envelops us, returns, leaves.
The fabulous universal symphony
/>it envelops us, it comes back, it goes away.
Tango, sex, sex and love,
so much tango, so much pain.
My life revolves in contradiction,
I never conquered my heart.
But where was I when what happened happened?
Talking to myself in the mirror alone.
I come from such a mean and criminal neighborhood
maybe it will burn you, it will burn, maybe
I come from a neighborhood always on the verge of exploding
maybe it will burn you, it will burn you, maybe.
If there is no point in living
you are looking for something to die for.
/>Time has taught me to look,
sometimes it has taught me to be silent.
Where were you when what happened happened?
Talking to yourself in the mirror alone.
br/>There is so much sadness and it is so mean
that I celebrate the happy experience.
The stupidity of the world never could and never will be able to
take away sensuality.
I am looking for my stone philosopher
in the seven madmen, in the sea,
in the exquisite corpse that has no mercy,
in the quintessence of music.
Within me, in the love and hate
having to think (to think)
I would prefer your smile, the whole truth,
I take a step forward, I go back,
and I ask again, don't let it change
br/>to never change.
Everything is imperfect love and hate.

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