Tipo Sabio
La Mocosa
Wise Guy
I approached the counter
to drink a little rum.
I was served by a somewhat strange old man
who claimed to be a wise guy.
The night wasn't going very well
my throat was starting to burn
and suddenly the old man approached me
offered me to smoke from his cigarette.
And he began to tell me about the twists of life
his stories, his experience, and his suffering.
That not everything in the world is joy
however, one must always know how to enjoy it.
He acknowledged his mistakes
that's how he learned.
One does not control destiny
things happened that way.
But still, he didn't regret
he said,
