Brindis
Hace unos años, en Boston, una curda por la distancia y los idiomas, me dejó escuchar algunos brindis de ojos mojados (todos estábamos en la misma) Unos días después, ya recuperado, les pedí a los que brindaron, que me los copiaran. Acá están, son viejos brindis, especiales para estos días:
Old wood to burn,
Old books to read,
Old wine to drink,
Old friends to trust.
A toast to your coffin.
May it be made of 100 year old oak.
And may we plant the tree together, tomorrow.
May you never lie, cheat or drink
But if you must lie, lie in each others arms
And if you must cheat, cheat death
But if you must drink, drink with all of us, because we love you!
Times are hard,
And wages are small,
So drink more wine,
And screw them all
Old wood to burn,
Old books to read,
Old wine to drink,
Old friends to trust.
A toast to your coffin.
May it be made of 100 year old oak.
And may we plant the tree together, tomorrow.
May you never lie, cheat or drink
But if you must lie, lie in each others arms
And if you must cheat, cheat death
But if you must drink, drink with all of us, because we love you!
Times are hard,
And wages are small,
So drink more wine,
And screw them all
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