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-2:17 am.. Madrugada del domingo.

-"Coffee and Cigarrettes" en el reproductor de dvd.
-Ray Charles cantando "Drown in my own tears" en mi cabeza golpeando con ese triste piano los recuerdos.
-En la cama regados y siendo mi compañia:
a)Un cenicero a punto de desbordarse de tantas colillas inservibles.
b)Dos encendedores que pelean por ser el proximo en prender ese cigarro que inunde la habitacion con su aroma.
c)Una caja de Sedalmerck Flu para esta puta gripe que no cede.
d)La revista "Proceso" donde me entero del basurero en el que se ha convertido mi ciudad que tanto amo y odio.
e)Mi fiel mochila que me acompaña durante todo el dia y en la cual guardo lo mas importante para mi...a donde vaya, ella ira.
f)Mucho papel sanitario.
g)Tres peliculas que esperan su turno, "Vacaciones Permanentes", "16 años de alcohol" y una vez mas "Control" (podria verla hasta cada segundo de mi vida).
h)El plato con residuos de los tacos de bistek que me empaque.
Todo eso hay en mi cama, eso y un enorme hueco.
-El sol abre las persianas con sus dedos y yo estoy a punto de quedarme dormido.
-6:33 am...Mi voz esta quebrada, quebrada por los palos que le dieron tantos cigarros y por la edad que va terminando poco a poco con ella.
-Mis ojos se cerraron.

Ray Charles-Drown in my own tears

It brings a tear,Into my eyes,When I begin,To realize,I've cried so much,Since you've been gone,I guess I'm drowning in my own tears.
I sit and cry,Just like a child My pouring tears Are runnin' wild If you don't think You'll be home soonI guess I'll drown in my own tears.
I know it's true Into each life Some rain, rain must pour I'm so blue Here without youIt keeps raining More and more.
Why don't you Come on home Oh yes so I won't Be all alone If you don't think You'll be home soon.
I guess I'll(drown in my own tears)Ooh, don't let me(drown in my own tears)When I'm in trouble, baby(drown in my own tears) Oh, yeah, baby don't let me(drown in my own tears)I guess I'll drown in my own tears Oh, mmmmm.

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Anónimo 24 de marzo de 2009, 10:00  

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Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,
I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink
And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair,
She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer
So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog
And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've been chumped on my stool
So buy this fool some spirits and libations, it's these railroad station bars
And all these conductors and porters, and I'm all out of quarters
And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, Kath,
He's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya
No, the moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell,
And some guy's trying to sell me a watch
And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch
I got me a bottle and a dream, it's so maudlin it seems,
You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise
I ain't sentimental, this ain't a purchase, it's a rental, and it's purgatory,
And hey, what's your story, well I don't even care
'Cause I got my own double-cross to bear
And I'll see your Red Label, and I'll raise you one more,
And you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more,
'Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames,
It ain't like asbestos
It don't do nothing but rest us assured,
And substantiate the rumors that you've heard
Tom Waits