Martinis Y Tafiroles

It usually happens to me
I forget what matters most
And round dice
Twist my chance

Sometimes I exaggerate my mood
the martinis and the tafiroles
you have to be a little dreamy
to forget you

I'm complicated
I don't have illusions
and I don't want nice memories

I need to sleep a lot and well
and not talk like all the crap
that is spoken on TV today,
that eats my eyes

A frequent traveler who reads
his mileage and sucks a lemon
knows that in his fridge there is
neither ketchup nor anything

I dream of sleeping,
sometimes sleeping and dreaming
if my dog meows while dreaming
I indulge her