Thank you lil' Mac at Pueyrredón Ave. and Juan Perón St.
for helping me out these mornings in exchange for a coffee!
Thank you super-Bush diner of the modern world
for tying up my thoughts in the dirty windows of the stores in Once!
Without you, Great lil' Mac of native and Argentine girls
(Not everything is the Empire's) where would I be now!
Thank you lil' Mac. Sould mate, friend in these times.
I feel so sorry when the crowds come with Che Guevara flags
to smash your windows and blinds!
Lil' Mac of Corporation Bush long live your Mac Combo
imperialism - a biscuit and a coffee!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem