Flores de crespón
Un verso para M.
Great tunes, great doggerel, small simians
Un verso para M.
And monkeys, obviously.
Of tumba, of Ben of that manor, of grunting, and of dynamiting fish.
Lenny Kravitz, “It ain’t over till it’s over,” specially adapted for my good friend Mariano Rajoy.
“Vagabonds, discharged soldiers, discharged jailbirds, escaped galley slaves, swindlers, mountebanks, lazzaroni, pickpockets, tricksters, gamblers, maquereaux, brothel keepers, porters, literati, organ grinders, ragpickers, knife grinders, tinkers, beggars”
And talks New Orleans in excerpts from Confederacy of Dunces
Trotsky’s memories.