Pasto Verde is the countercultural novel that breaks with indigenous and revolutionary Mexican literature, and that places the city as its main setting, the city life of the Mexican capital. Until then - the end of the sixties of the last century - Mexico was too square or square, said El Par. Go from childhood to adulthood, almost automatically? Without space or time to let out the adolescent hormone or for existential contemplation? Much less get carried away by musical screams: for young people, the path was to study, get married, have children and be the worthy head of the family. From time to time going out to a bar to listen to Agustín Lara or Julio Jaramillo, that is to say, going from being children to being almost all dons -that is, gentlemen-, non-stop. There was no place for rock or its root: blues. Perhaps in his insistence on accounting for the libertarian essence of rock in literature, the author gives us in this delirium fragments of songs in English, very clever to develop his catharsis, shown as a mixture of protest, epochal change and sardonic humor. all of which comes in doses of irreverence - the way he plays with Spanish and English is a slap in the face to the solemn language and discourse of his time.