You have to always be drunk, everything is there, it's
The only question to avoid feeling
The horrible burden of time that breaks
Your shoulders and bends you towards the earth
You have to get drunk without Ve but on what?
Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish
But get drunk and if sometimes
On the steps of a palace
On the green grass of a ditch
In the dreary solitude of your
Amber, you wake up
The intoxication already diminishes or disappears
Ask the wind, the wave
The star, the bird, the clock
Everything that flees, everything that groans, everything rolls
Everything that sings, everything that speaks
Ask what time it is
And the wind, the wave, the star, the bird
The clock will answer you
It's time to get drunk or not
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Get drunk; get drunk constantly
With wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish