La Ultima Curda

The Last Binge

Pity, accordion,
my heart...
your hoarse tough curse.
Your tear of booze takes me
down to the deep, dark depths,
where the mud rebels...
I know... don't tell me... You're right!...
life is an absurd wound,
and everything, everything, so fleeting,
it's just a binge
- nothing more!-
my confession!...

Tell me your sentence,
tell me your failure,
.... can't you see the pain
that has wounded me?...

And just talk to me
about that absent love
through a scrap
of forgetfulness...
I know you hurt me!...
I know I hurt you
crying my wine sermon!...
But it's the old love
that trembles, accordion,
and seeks in a numbing liquor
the binge that in the end
ends the show
pulling a curtain
down on the heart!...

A bit of memory
and bitterness
drips from your slow grumble.
Your liquor swirls and drives
the left-handed herd
when pouring out the last binge...
Close the window on me,
the sun burns
its slow snail of dreams...
don't you see I come from a country
that is always forgotten, gray, after the alcohol.