Without concern
or love,
maybe
without apetite
or interest,
do not know
with this glass
of some unknown and uninteresting wine
like Job I submit to my condition
laughing to everyone's jokes
worried with all worries
missing all and no one
when will this bottle finish
I want to leave somewhere
where I am one with my loneliness
one more glass
one more bottle
one more smile...
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