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It reminds me of a book about a golden temple for some reason.
Well, the story goes, boy, this temple is so perfect,
that there's nothing left to do but set it on fire.
Beautiful as the sunrise, beautiful as the sunset,
like everything that can be called beautiful.
Yes boy, listen it's the web of the earth too.

Life is an amazing journey and an amazing place.
Leave my license alone, I'm sitting in a chair at the table.
Yeah boy people used to be tougher.
Too awesome, and you don't know what to do with it?
What am I talking about, grandson? Grandma dozed off for a minute.

Oh, yes, the beautiful golden temple. He destroyed it.
They'll tell you life is suffering, don't believe it.
The aesthetes want to destroy the planet because they don't know what they're gonna do
because they don't know what to do with perfection.
The boy must be some kind of syndrome.
Well, we're aesthetes too, but we're not that aesthetes.

Destroying the world can't stand up to the grandiosity of creation.
Who loves little Chappito the most, tell Grandma, honey?
Not Grandma, you dummy, Jesus loves you the most.
Eat your tamales and go for a swim with the boys.
What underground passage are you digging?

That's right, sorrow comes from the mind.
Who's Grandma's businessman?
Chapitto, answer me like a confessional,
when you meet the most beautiful thing,
what could be, would you destroy it?
Would you set fire to the golden temple?
Would you choose anything with legs to be beautiful and?

Young man, finish your lunch and go wash your mouth out with soap.
That's a difficult ethical and aesthetic question.
Sure, boy, you and your friends can have some tequila.
and we'll go looking for your moped in the canyon again.

Yeah, the desert sunset is our golden temple. How can you burn it down?
It's like a fire.
Of course, grandma remembers
that her poor boy is colorblind.
Yes, the boy is the web of the earth, that's right.

Don't get caught in the police station!
You'll embarrass Uncle Alfonso.
He's a respected man, and you're his fifth cousin.
His aunt's sister was your uncle's cousin.
You're almost like a son to him.

A gypsy at the fair made a prophecy,
when Chapitto was still a little boy,
that the police were your destiny.
We gave her a live chicken for the accuracy of her prediction back then!
Destiny is the police, so it will be!
Grandma believes this child will one day be a police officer.

Ouija!? What the hell is this again?
It's called “anything to get out of work.”



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