Alberto Cortez Miscellaneous Wine When a man drinks water.
He searches, chest inside,
For the silences of the soul
And he puts voices to them
And he makes them words.
Sometimes She brings out a sorrow,
That because it is sorrow, is bitter;
On her box of fire,
She makes her dance barefoot.
She dances and by dancing she grows,
Until the wine runs out
And then, sorrow returns
To be the silence of the soul.
Wine can bring out
Things that man keeps silent about.
Things that burn inside,
Things that rot the soul
Of those who lower their eyes,
Of those who hide their faces.
The wine then liberates
The locked up bravery
And he disguises them as machos,
As if by magic...
And then, they are bullies,
Until the wine runs out
Well, bully the coward,
Only half, the hangover.
Wine can bring out
Things that man keeps silent about.
It changes the prism of things
When most They need it
Those who carry their faults
Like a cross on their back.
The whore thinks she is pure,
Like when she was a girl
And the cuckold haggles
The size of their antlers.
And everything has colors
Of chastity, simulated,
Well they always finish the wine
Both of them, in the same bed.
br/>Wine can bring out
Things that man keeps silent about.
But... how beautiful wine is!
The one that is drunk at home
The one who is clean inside
And has a shining soul.
Who never shakes his pulse,
When he plays a guitar.
Who does not lack a friend
Not even nights to spend them.
That when he has a sin,
It is always noticeable on his face...
He drinks wine for wine
And he drinks water, for water.

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