Carolina Giannini and Rodrigo Fonti – Ivette

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En la puerta de un boliche un bacán encurdelado, recordando su pasado que la china lo dejó, entre los humos de caña retornan a su memoria esas páginas de historia que su corazón grabó. Bulín que ya no te veo, catre que ya no apolillo, mina que de puro esquillo con otro bacán se fue; prenda que fuiste el encanto de toda la muchachada y que por una pavada te acoplaste a un no sé qué... ¡Qué te ha de dar ese otro que tu viejo no te ha dado! ¿No te acordás que he robado pa que no falte el bullón? ¿No te acordás cuando en cana te mandaba en cuadernitos aquellos lindos versitos nacidos del corazón? ¿No te acordás que conmigo usaste el primer sombrero y aquel cinturón de cuero que a otra mina le saqué? ¿No te traje pa tu santo un par de zarzos de bute que una noche a un farabute del cotorro le pianté. Y con ellos unas botas con las cañas de gamuza y una pollera papusa hecha de seda crepé? ¿No te acordás que traía aquella crema lechuga que hasta la última verruga de la cara te sacó? Y aquellos polvos rosados que aumentaban tus colores… Recordando sus amores el pobre bacán lloró...

English

At the door of a bowling alley a pickled bacán, remembering his past that the Chinese woman left him, amidst the cane fumes they return to his memory those pages of history that his heart engraved. Bulín that I no longer see you, a cot that I no longer dust, mine that of pure esquillo with another bacán left; you were the charm of the whole crowd and that for some stupid thing you got attached to a I don't know what... What will that other one give you that your old man didn't give you! Don't you remember that I stole so that the bullion wouldn't be missing? Don't you remember when in jail I used to send you in little notebooks those cute little verses born from the heart? Don't you remember that with me you wore the first hat and that leather belt that I took from another girl? Didn't I bring you for your saint a pair of bute brunettes that one night to a farabute I took from a farabute. And with them a pair of boots with suede reeds and a papusa skirt made of crepe silk? Don't you remember that lettuce cream that even the last wart from your face? And those pink powders that enhanced your colors... Remembering his loves the poor bacán cried...