después de un largo camnio por la ladera

después de un largo camnio por la ladera

llegue a la cumbre de la montaña. Y vi una cosa maravillosa, la mas grande y linda

era un angel endriago en la

The UN translator was drunk, "In this era, of angles...um... angels and dragons in Los Angles, we....hic" The ambassador from Chile removed his ear piece and sighed.

There had once been a time, the ambassador thought to himself, that translators had class, standards. He sighed again as he thought of the one from Chile he could have brought

To a coronation or a sleezy tango bar. He'd switch from upper crusty to street lingo as the case required. Mendez had class. But this dolt Finnegan's translating led from one fiasc

o to another. Even Mendez's charm was not enough to keep them from landing in jail after Finnegan's last screw-up mis-translating, "Hey baby can I buy you a drink?" into

"Hey baby can I buy you a drink?" Apparently Finnegan's alcoholic belches did not go over well, and Mendez was not as cordial as he like to think. Jail adapted well to them, in

due time, however. Finnegan & Mendez adopted a cell routine after a while. Finnegan promised not to belch sing if Mendez would smile once in a while. It worked for a while, until

Mendez started smiling a little too much & invaded Finnegan's personal space & well, you know... Echoes of "I'm Never Gonna Dance Again" resounded through the prison walls. Wham!