A Joke and A Song

Chufla, Chufla

Stubbornness and rigidity, in the image of the baturro with the cachirulo tied to his head, drinking wine from the boot in the middle of the train tracks, on top of a donkey. You see the train coming, and the locomotive smokes. – Chufla, chufla, as long as you don't get away...

Like every day

Today, as always, in an accidental way, The noise of a radio or a clock woke me up. Today, like every day, I opened the shower, and the water was cold. Drain the dream. Today, as always, the tranquility Saturates the news of the first daily newspaper. Today, as always, they forgot to mention The friend lost a few days ago. Today, as always, they do not forget The lilies of Ireland or Argentina. Today, as always, I drink coffee quickly And forget something. The bus escapes me. I'm late for the office, like every day. They scold me for my hair, like every day. The chief of staff has looked at me angrily Like every day.

The music that makes you work Faster, faster Like every day. Conchita's legs, which she eagerly covers Like every day. The same sandwich wrapped in paper Like every day. The director talking about riffraff Like every day, Of that rabble with long hair and beards And who always demands things, Like every day, I could say something, but I shut up Like every day. You too, friend, I think, Will endure all your life, I believe. Finally, one day, perhaps, You’ll feel the shame drowning you, Go out and shout it through the streets, Maybe, yes, maybe.

Original song: Hilario Camacho - Como todos los días