G.d.b.d. by Ruben Blades (english translation)
Wake up You have not been able to sleep very well. You wake up.
You walk and step on one of the puddles of urine that the new
dog has left throughout the house. Cursing, you enter the bathroom
jumping on one leg, turn on the light and scrub
the foot on the deck that your wife put in the toilet.
You go to the white bathtub, you open the two water taps
and you control the temperature. You raise the thing that you do not know
what is it called and what makes the water come out of the shower.
You take a bath. You do not sing You come out of the tub. You dry with a towel
It says 'Disneyland'. You get on a scale that always gives
different weights, but approximate. When you are shaving,
the alarm sounds. Your wife opens her eyes. Look the hour.
Turns it off. He gets up, on his side of the bed. Each one has
your side of the bed. Everyone has their side in everything. You feel it
leaving the room, heading to the kitchen. The neighbor above turned on
the tocadisco. You finish shaving. You clean the cutlets
with toilet paper that sticks to your skin. You put
the deodorant, '24 hours of constant protection. ' A bit
of colony after shaving. Your face burns. You go out
of the bathroon. You step on the piss again of the dog. You lie to her mother,
aloud. Your wife, from the kitchen, asks you what's wrong with you.
You shout to him why you do not want another dog in the house.
While you dry your foot with the wet towel that says 'Disneyland',
she appears and silently dries the puddle of urine. You go
to the closet and take out the clothes you're going to wear. You watch the clock. You smell
the coffee. You dress. You can not find the strap. You make your tie
twice because the first time the back was longer
than the front part. You go to the kitchen. Your wife has already prepared
your breakfast. You talk to him about the dog again. She, without answering you,
It reminds you that you have to pay the bill of the light and the registration
from the school of the kids. Hang your jacket from the edge of the chair
and you sit at the kitchen table. Your wife turns on the radio.
They are broadcasting the news. While you listen, you wet the bread
in the cafe, as your dad taught you when you were a kid. It sounds
the phone. Your wife answers it. Is for you. Of the Office. Today they go
to arrest the guy. A car is going to pick you up. That you wait for it below.
You hang the phone. Go to your room. You open the second drawer
of the closet. Your drawer You take out your notebook and the black glasses. You go
to the bed. You lift the mattress and take out your revolver. You go to the kitchen,
You take your jacket and put everything in your inside pocket. Your wife
he watches you. You kiss the space, next to the cheek, that she
does not return, or does it? You open the door and go down the wooden staircase,
Leaping the steps two at a time. You get to the street. You see
to the truck picking up the garbage. It's still dark, but it smells like tomorrow,
male.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)