Tag Archives: Cambalache

… Casi siempre se le hace de día

Meanwhile… Magdalenas del sexo convexo se moja las canas con George Clooney. O algo así. Never mind the sequence and Che Araña 🕸️, don’t sweat the technique, Eye is going to play Carambola en ese Cambalache.

Sí ve, Mole...

Sí ve, Mole… i am going to make your Bando Léon sound like a Mariachi snorting Cocaine on a Zeppelin’ASPra DORA.

Musical score by the Mexican muse of  Enrique Santos Discépolo… en estos tiempos cuando cualquier cabrón pretende autografiar una biblia de Chop🪓in. For this mouvement Öüï is wearing “Doc” Holiday’s hat in Tombstone and Jim Morrison is picking up the lines that The Summer Olympics spread throughout Metro line Balderas-Orly.

From the producers of “The goats who stare at The Cluny” and radiorance comes the story of El Salvador, musical score 🎼 by Chava Flowers from El Distrito Federal.

Anyhow, Gabrielle Oliveira Gu John, can Ewes really appreciate the G.L.O.R.I.A. of Bach or only the farts of the Amazons on Bezos trip?

Meet Mí at Mc Carty’s “Bridge of Light” en Tuxla Gutiérrez, —pero en ¡fa🪄

Skateboarding in fa menor

Micromégas is knocking on your door. The front one.

Inter•net•Work — no Gy’ores por Mí Jimmy Carter

Cambalache vía Joumanna 🇬🇧 BercetChé 🇦🇷 on the Anarcho-CNBC beat of the Why Is This Happening Show.

In time-delayed news, the Boston Nationalist Party just secured an Import/Export agreement for tea-baggers with La Argentina, provided first, that former bigoted President, Donald John Trump, gets elected into the History of The World pages, —again.

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… for the record, and out of respect to Ivo on the wall next to the monitors, let it be known that I, Armando Segovia, opted for not framing another shelf on that stand.

Context follows, to drunk too fingerbang a smartphone screen.

… That lienzo is nuttin’ but a Disco pelo, that’s clearly a rug on that cuadro.

Any how, Roger Pérez, te dire que esto es un proceso, nothing’s gonna change cautiverio.

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IMAGINE… Discépolo

Dear, Senator Franken (D–WI):

The good thing about this blog is that Col. Matthews does not read it, because if he did —the Colonel— would probably be making parallels between the Trumpists in the American Heartland and the Peronistas near the River Plate… “Let’s Play Hardball!”.

“No pienses más, echate a un lao,
Que a nadie importa si naciste honrao.“

La ironía del Cambalache… al minuto 40 con 45 segundos.

… “It takes two to Tango,” and “Don’t take a Knife to a Gunfight”. •—_¡_—• Too bad that Senator Franken is actually throwing in the towel, in any other political year his resignation from the Senate would be the right pennance to pay for being a sophmore wiseass, but being that we [the U.S.] are having to deal with the repercussions of Billy Bush’s ‘pussy-grabbing Pandora bus interview era’ maybe — just maybe, Sen. Stewart Little should reconsider his resignation from the actual halls of power that can get this sorry  excuse for a President of the United States of America out of Office… “because, darn it, Al —you are good enough”. FINISH YOUR TERM and let the NEXT BALLOT BOXES in your District decide your political fate.

… o como dijera Saldaña:
“un diagnóstico de nuestros tiempos”.
Letra por: Enrique Santos Discépolo.

… al regresar, “El Cambalache” de Chapman con Lennon. •—_!_—• No se vaya, —deteniendo.

Context Follows…

Versión afrancesada, vía Gardel:  https :// youtube .com/watch?v=fsAGpw5uwDU

Saldaña. J., “Añoranzas”, Canal Once Televisión, vía Radio La Nueva República: https :// youtube .com/watch?v=D8VwxxmS2A0