It's raining, I'm in the staff room
waiting for the time,
two boys pass by in the hallway
who are laughing at nothing.
And you go into the classroom to make them get serious.
And maybe I think I'm wrong,
that we are all wrong.
Geographic limits of Misiones,
God of war and the lyre,
solve for the X and assign it a value,
How does Miter become president?
Picasso's blue period.
and the boys
who came into the world just 12 or 16 years ago,
They look at us like you look at a donkey that in
place of happy wallowing in the grass
is happy to carry on the back
the bundles and the hours.
I hear another laugh coming from somewhere,
and in a while I just have to talk
of the verbal conjugation of the sign Ser.
And I really don't know,
at 46 years of age,
who is the biggest idiot on this planet,
yes they conjugate verbs wrong
or I don't know how to laugh like them.