Lago Grande Poem by Pierre Rausch

They walked for ten minutes
They waited in a hot noisy line of people
Would it matter if they were loaded
Into the Lago Grande if they asked you
Far from washing and sewing
And so they saluted her
Carrying that super handbag
And so they saluted her
And her eyelashes were longer then the Lago
Grande
Like an old man into the Lago Grande
And her eyelashes were longer then the Lago
Grande
Like an old man into the Lago Grande
It's the journey, the shock and the pleasure
The power, instead they did something
Her good humour and strength
To go and see what's happening
And her eyelashes were longer then the Lago
Grande
Like an old man into the Lago Grande
And her eyelashes were longer then the Lago
Grande
Like an old man into the Lago Grande
And her eyelashes were longer then the Lago
Grande
Like an old man into the Lago Grande
And her eyelashes were longer then the Lago
Grande
Like an old man into the Lago Grande
Well done, may this be the first
To show approval that they hadn't
Across the top of the river
It was a nice sort of place
And her eyelashes were longer then the Lago
Grande
Like an old man into the Lago Grande
And her eyelashes were longer then the Lago
Grande
Like an old man into the Lago Grande
And her eyelashes were longer then the Lago
Grande
Like an old man into the Lago Grande
And her eyelashes were longer then the Lago
Grande
Like an old man into the Lago Grande
It's the journey, the shock and the pleasure
The power, instead they did something
Her good humour and strength
To go and see what's happening
And her eyelashes were longer then the Lago
Grande
Like an old man into the Lago Grande
And her eyelashes were longer then the Lago
Grande
Like an old man into the Lago Grande