Informe Del Dia

Something begins today for me,
I'm not in a hurry to see what it is.
It's not history, nor looking back, no,
it's gin, friends, nothing more.
I waited for this so much
that I almost don't know that today arrived.
Traps of living always
without any explanation.
I don't look at the ceiling to see more than plaster,
and the window serves me to look
at a building with people having breakfast,
combing their hair and smoking in the routine of continuing.
I'm here so calm,
stirring my hair, looking at my feet.
They are there, I don't know how,
I can see them even without looking.
And I wonder why yesterday
I cried, thought that
if there's nothing here, there's nothing to see
that's strange, inexplicable, without a reason.
This reflection only serves me
to have a coffee,
and the sunrise that awaits me now
is a guarantee of my faith.
This reflection only serves me
to have a coffee,
and the sunrise that awaits me now
is a guarantee of my faith.
How well I am!, so good, so good,
maybe I'll laugh in a while, or why laugh;
or I'll remember myself on a platform, next to a train
that goes somewhere where someone is having coffee.
This reflection only serves me
to have a coffee,
and the sunrise that awaits me now
is a guarantee of my faith.