De las pocas cosas que puedo reconocer del seudo movimiento "estudiantil" #YoSoy132; porque en la plancha del Zócalo, solo vi puro fósil.
Es la pequeña feria del libro, donde encuentras muchas curiosidades; como este primer número del El Santos de Jis y Trino, que no lo había podido conseguir en Xalapa.
The men were itching to travel the world
And got away to unfamiliar paths
Beyond the seas and roads
That's where they wandered
Those tramps of the world
Played possessed by spirits
And were heard by unknown nations
Drinking to the thirst of life
Once the craving for drink had gone
Once they'd played far and wide
Once they'd gone to the ends of the earth
Once they'd thrown a good party
There was no reason for concern
Neither did cares ever cross their mind
But once the joy dwindled away
Homesickness struck 'em all
Our path led to Mexico
Where your life's tequila
Argentina, Columbia, Chile, el viva! Our
road branched off to Brazil
Where your life's caipirinha
Argentina, Columbia, Chile, el viva!
caipirinha, tequila, caipirinha, tequila, el viva!
Feliz al lado de sus nietos, ver que a pesar de los corajes que le hacen pasar, de lo resongones que son y muchas veces incluso demasiado necios, veo como mi madre disfruta cada momento con ellos.
Rompiendo el orden y tranquilidad preestablecida, en esta bella casa.