Peldaño

Step by step I go towards the top
Confident of being able to reach
Bleeding ink, I leave life in a rhyme
Telling stories in plural.

By the way, I like laurels
I have to thank them
They give me what I want to eat
But I want to fly higher
They have to understand me
To sleep I have a box spring.

It seems that nowadays it has no value
To sweat the shirt as it did a few years ago
For a peso fifty I turn you into a winner
You laugh, cry, lie, dress like that
And don't ask anymore.

Too bad that it doesn't matter a damn
To put in effort and heart
To fulfill a dream
In these times, getting out from the bottom
Is not fashionable, champion
You will never be your own.

Meanwhile, a bandoneon makes me cry on the subway
And in the sky, Piazzolla talks with Discepolín
And they agree that their hearts ache
To know that what was their life, today
hangs by a thread.

It seems that nowadays ...

Meanwhile, on the subway ...

Greetings to all the 'pastilleros'!!
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