Buenos Aires, April 3, 1942 – Málaga, July 18, 2018
Lower the flags
in memory of John
Now that our dear old John has gone
Come, gather up memories
yours and mine
Break out the glasses
and pour us some wine
Let’s have no tears
Well, perhaps just a few
And then let’s all do
what he’d want us to do
Challenge the bullshit
Sample the gin
Play devil’s advocate
with a shit-eating grin
Live to the limit
Laugh till you cry
Argue till daybreak
And keep asking why
If you believe in it
raise up your voice
Give all you have
in the coin of your choice
The flags may be lowered
Juanín may be gone
But his singular spirit,
undaunted, lives on
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