Wednesday, May 07, 2008

El bueno, el malo y el feo

el bueno, el malo y el feo


My belly's full. Nice guy, my brother. I didn't tell you my brother was in charge here.
Everything, like the pope almost. He's in charge in Rome. My brother, he says to me: "Stay, brother, don't go home. "We never see each other. Here, there's plenty to eat and drink. Bring your friend, too". Whenever we see each other, he never lets me go. It's always the same story.
My brother, he's crazy about me.

That's so.

Even a tramp like me, no matter what happens... I know there's a brother somewhere who will never refuse me a bowl of soup. Sure.

Well, after a meal, there's nothing like a good cigar.