HEY JANIS, TINA, HERE SHE COMES

 HEY JANIS, TINA, HERE SHE COMES

Remenbering, side y side in my piano, as Paul and Stevie too, again trying the chords and progressions of Mister Master, Jim Steinman, the drama, the scream, the explosion and the calm. Janis, Tina, Phil, Celine, Duffy, we all repeat roas to the job, her skat, her golden rustic tremolo. She came in my childhood, my radio, my TV shows, my desires of growing, end of the wars and become the hero of our fantasies, the hero who you need and wish. Now  you came to the people in the streets, their voices and chantings. Anyway you live from the '90s in the voice of  Buenos Aires, la cancha, la hinchada en el tablón. Don't worry my sadness, today it's a heartache too. Don't hesitate and think so much in the falsos partisanos and hinchas de transistor, without el aguante and the unconditional eternal love of our generations. I will preserve U in my Baldwin Jazz '50 piano, my vinyls and my sketches with my recyclables and my Berol Mirado. My queen, my fantastic, my Elton's blue eyes, Baby's got blue eyes, like deep blue sea, on a blue blue day.