El corrido de las Paus… AS³.

Aquí no ha pasado nada
… starring Flore Simon, chef d’édition en AguascalientesTV, as EL SALVADOR Dalí.

The first copla al cuadrado goes a little something like so:

From The Ratlines to The Rat Race… It’s Viva Las Vegas, — y’all!

Barbie, Barbie
Youse knot gonna believe
Whose birthday matches with Reagan’s?
That’s right, it’s Eva’s.

Carranza no tiene panza — El Sur°realismo macuspano

We begin in Habana, Cuba, where Nicaraguan poet Rubén Darío sought sanctuary with Camilo Cienfuegos after Mexican dictator, Porfirio Díaz (the original Cool dictator of mejicanos, —in El Salvador) snubbed Darío during the first centenary celebration of Cinco de Mayo in 1910 and so, … Rubén had no other choice than to kick Ronald Reagan’s ass after Henry Lane Wilson made fun of the French greekiness and Greek frenchiness of Don Quijote de La Mancha.

You now own this bible, and all of the parallel stories within it’s its windows. Ewe broke, IT!, you buy, IT!

… but first, Öüï catches up with Ambassador Jefferson at La Maison de l’Amérique latine. Eye wanted to ask the American Ambassador about his experience with the arrival of his horse and carriage to Le Havre.

Any hoot, Maud, forgive Mí if Eye takes this these loose tones with your Representative-self, it must be that Öüï, that motherfucker, is out of Schlitz, and Ewe knows that that, can only mean that Schiltz is out of Luc.

Long story shrinked, I am drawing a blank. I’ve got nothing, not Even a door.