Creedence Clearwater Revival & Alma Novaes
Growing old drunk
A red wine that blurs its blackness,
a worn glass and a look at nothingness
that time quiets down
in the haste of others and unravels in mine.
From the clock to the glass of oblivion
At the table, that the age of friends is lost
in the obituary of the daily news.
And the crossword puzzle
already so scrawly,
I read your status vertically
- tired of being useless, without creations,
No adventures, no worries
(except for the liver and sometimes the crop)
- Tired of being only useful
In the tavern between the late afternoon dominoes,
A wind that sometimes blows
coming from Spain
and the arrival of the dog Laica
who comes to fetch you to bed.
- - I'm coming, Laica, I'm going
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