Al Qabri Ramos

 

Growing old drunk

A red wine that blurs his blackness, 

a worn glass and a look at nothingness 

that time quiets down in the rush

of others and unravels in mine.

From the clock to the oblivion glass 

on the table, that the age of friends 

is lost in the obituary of the daily news.

And the crossword puzzle

Already so stilted, 

I read their state vertically

 tired of being useless, 

without creations, without adventures, 

or worries (except for the liver 

and sometimes the chaff) 

tired of having only use 

in the tavern and between the 

Between the late afternoon dominoes, 

a wind that sometimes blows

coming from Spain and the arrival of the dog 

Laica who comes to pick him up for bed.

- I'm going Laica, I'm coming.