186 To Maria
Life is a tavern. Say: 'Cheers!' Say: 'Che-ese!' Everything
Ferments, intoxicates – for this, wine would not be enough. Your eyes
Mix with the substance of all they lie on until
It effervesces, lightens, excites -- transforming to make you drunk.
“Cheers!” Water turns into wine when you hold your face
To light and feel it dipping under your skin, deep, or when you tread
Tuning your motion to jazz motifs in your head --
The harmonies that do not consist of sounds, though you hear them play.
'Che-ese!' Anything is a glass for wine when you spill
Yourself out, sparkling in the faces of those you are speaking to --
Saxophone, trumpet and voice, syncopated in
Your breath when you are drenched, no -- drowned by the vehemence of the tune.