brokeback plain

I'll remember...

"el hombre moderno", each time I came to your office and you were pretending to be working, the day we sang Sinatra in front of the library, "muss kat muss mister miller" and louis de funes, when we were in the cafeteria trying to find a way to chat the waitress up, the day someone called me and I said "no, no pasa nada, no se preocupe, está bien... my ***'s dead !", Olala and shtrshtr, "la situation est critique", "l'omelette au fromage", b**** what a joke...

I'll remember hot shot, the naked gun, top secret, airplane,

I'll remember the two hours spent talking in the cafeteria, the two hours in your office waiting for your files to be burnt, the two hours on a bench, the hours in the shadow of a tree

I'll remember all the time we've been criticising "quality, values and behaviour" and other mexican bullshits

I'll remember the 8 laps around the cosmo running track

I'll remember you were able to understand my sadness with "the girl" and with "my wife" and how you tried to confort me and give me advices, because you've been passing by the same stories,

I'll remember that sometimes it may turn right.

I'll remember the train and the cliff.

I'll try not to remember the things you said about mislims and black people but I'll try not to forget I've never lived in London.

I'll remember that it was unexpected to meet someone in this little place in Tabasco,who I could share many things with, lonely and fucked up moments that turned funny

I'll remember you would have liked me to stay, but as usual I will answer by some lyrics "life is life", "the best is yet to come" and "don't forget to remember me", and I'd like to finish with musica de banda from bandamax puom puom puom puom puom.

But finally it's better to use tabasqueña philosophy in this case, so I will end up with it :

"¡heeeeee, no pasa nada hombre!"