Postales Para Mario

Searching for torn posters
revealing intentions
watching the photos grow
picking out songs

Buddy, you’re getting serious and so am I
rust from the flood we've been through
Don’t think too much, it’s always been the same
freshness doesn’t rhyme with wisdom
Buddy, I’m getting old and so are you
what used to be problems now are
and what were once sorrows aren’t anymore
I don’t know what to say without you laughing at me

Let’s raise a glass for another half-century
if the mess has forgiven us
a heart of grace without asking what’s up
without talking about God

"May God keep us in glory and the Devil in his memory"
Isn’t that a good prayer?
Let’s keep on conspiring, yeah, conspiring we go
let’s keep bleeding out

"Where are you going? I know you’re not here
it’s the anesthesia that hits too hard
that hits too hard, that won’t hit
suddenly they follow it and goodbye, that’s it
The most beautiful phrase is 'benign'
Woody Allen said it in a hospital
The most beautiful phrase, I’m a witness
today’s toast is with still water

Buddy, I’m losing my hair and so are you
the wind always against us and without a coat
I won’t cry anymore, it’s always been the same
Buddy, there aren’t many who can say
Buddy, you’re getting cheerful and I’m right there with you
a toast to the Mendoza ground
who cares today, knowing what it is
what we don’t like to know that we know

Let’s raise a glass for another half-century
if the mess has forgiven us
a heart of grace without asking what’s up
without talking about God