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Drinking, I spend my life
from night to morning
with that vain hope
of lulling my senses
and silence my heart,
tired, thirsting for oblivion
in eternal agony
I want to forget the somber
vision that every day
leads me to unreason.

I was made drunk with light, in my childhood
my poor parents,
I was made drunk with pleasure, my youth.
with singing and dancing,
I was drunk on illusion, a woman
who was my life.
And today that I feel her lost
this wound gets bigger
that never forgets her...
not even with alcohol...

They ask why am I sad?
life is beautiful and very short
if the ungrateful one doesn't care
whether she loses me or saves me
if she has no heart,
sometimes, in front of a glass
I see again her big eyes
the same laughter in her mouth
and I shatter the glass
and the illusion vanishes.