Cotidiano n°2

There are days when I don't know what's going on
I open my Neruda and turn off the sun
Mix poetry with whiskey
And end up arguing about soccer

But it's nothing, no
I have my guitar

I wake up in the morning, bread without butter
And a lot, a lot of blood in the newspaper
Then all the kids arrive
And I start to think Herod is natural

But it's nothing, no
I have my guitar

Later I do the lottery with the wife
Who knows if our day will come
And I laugh because the rich laugh for no reason
It doesn't hurt to imagine either

But it's nothing, no
I have my guitar

On Saturdays at home I get wasted
And dream of phenomenal solutions
But when sleep comes and the night dies
The day tells stories that are always the same

But it's nothing, no
I have my guitar

Sometimes I want to believe but I can't
It's all complete nonsense
Then I ask God: listen, buddy
If it was to undo, why did you do it?

But it's nothing, no
I have my guitar