A Tinto Regalado

You are already tired of asking please
and always being told no,
you have slept under the bridge
and got up the same.
Almost out of habit one says:
well...!
almost like an idiot one consumes well.
Almost, almost, almost they sell us too.
They are closing,
They are closing,
they are closing this place for me.
They give you the shirt with the current photo,
my album filled with mortal people,
my streets with posters
What shameless people!
Given wine
one does not look at the candidate,
and at the fake candidate,
one does not look at his record,
and the early riser
is slowly taken advantage of.