Así es cuando una copa vino es incluso mejor que una borrachera.

Human beings love keep things,

Almost by instict.

We keep tons of paperwork, weird things.

Things we´ve done.

Things that once held meaning in our lives,

But have lost all luster.

We are left with sentiment

Words and tears

We keep people

Bad memories.

We keep them in, though it hurts

We scream inward

Instead of outward

We archive the past

And present.

We forget a spot for the future… or something better.

We harbor concern… worries.

We keep them in our bodies, becoming an old attic

Cuttered.

Useless

That take up space and harm us.

They suspend us.

And can turn us into someone else…

You remember how incredible it was to be free, to live without restriction.

Cry if we want. Laugh like crazy. Say what we want, do what we want…

Get rid of waste. Release it. Scream it. Toss it. Forget it…

Let it loose.

Clean yourself completely and enjoy life.

El vino de noche sabe mejor.

Uno de estos dias me habre de morder la lengua....Buscando razones a lo sin sentido....uno de estos dias me voy a hartar de las apariencias...y le seguiré el rumbo al camino, le daré la vuelta a la plaza y me encontrare con la poesía perdida, me dejare de palabras y callare una década. Uno de estos días el vino se me acabara.

Confundido? aún me pregunto. "basta me grito"...Me dejare llevar por el sonido de su voz; ya no espero más el destino.