.Sentados en corro merendábamos besos y porros
Y las horas pasaban deprisa entre el humo y la risa
Te morÃas por volver "Con la frente marchita" cantaba Gardel
Y entre citas de Borges, Evita bailaba con Freud
Ya llovió desde aquel chaparrón hasta hoy
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