That I’ve driven your heart crazy with freedom-Īnd talking like this, the lunatic invites me into his imaginary sports car, and we’re going to run along the cornices with a swallow in the engine! Into the abyss of your cleavage until I feel Up the shores of your bed sheets I will come, When the sun sets on your porteña solitude, I watch Buenos Aires from a sparrow’s nest “I already know that I’m loony, loony, loony…Ĭan’t you see, coming down Callao street, a rolling full moony? It seems that I’m the only one who sees him, because as he walks among all the people, the mannequins wink at him, the traffic lights flash three sky-blue lights at him, and the corner fruit stand’s oranges rain their blossoms down upon him.Īnd just like that, half dancing and half flying, he doffs his melon, he greets me, he presents me with a taxi flag, and says, The streets, and me, the same as ever…when suddenly, from behind a tree, he appears.Ī strange cross between one of the last homeless bums, and the first stowaway on a voyage to Venus: a half melon rind on his head, his shirt’s pinstripes painted on his skin, a leather sole nailed into each foot, and a “Taxi for Hire” flag held in each hand. The afternoons in Buenos Aires have a certain… ¿qué se yo? -y’know? I’ve just left home, headed down Arenales.
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