Ranchos Y Rios

RANCHES AND RIVERS

1. Yo estare allí antes de la proxima lagrima cae



Quien es la puta? she barked, her brown eyes looking down her short nose at him.

Nada. the man shrugged and pulled on his rattlesnake boots he'd just had resoled.

She picked up his leather jacket, whirling it once over head and slamming it down hard in his lap.

Quien es! Quien es!

Callate! Usted esta loco. He avoided her eyes as he hurried on his jacket and turned for the door. Por que no me crees?

Cagar! Quien es la puta! Que mentirosa! A donde vas?

Vender Cocaina. Donde si no? Comprar un rancho para usted.

Mentiras, siempre.

Ranchos y ríos mi reina

Jorge. she said Quien es la puta!

Justo una perra blanca. Para la venta. His eyes finally met hers. La chica americana otros murieron. La enterramos en concreto. Anoche.

Cristo! Vamos ahora y tomar la puta con usted. Me dicen nada de su negocio. No regrese con la nina! Cristo! Vamos!

He closed the door behind him softly, seconds later swiftly opening it again.

Olvida algo? She asked.

Me olvide Led Zeppelin. He put on his cowboy hat and bent down to kiss her. Y mi sombrero de vaquero. Dulces sueños mi corazón. Hasta la manana.