l’hoteltomas

Yesterday it was my birthday.
I hung one more year on the line.
I should be depressed.
My life’s a mess.
But I’m having a good time.

I’ve been loving and loving and loving.
I’m exhausted from loving so well.
I should go to bed.
But a voice in my head says,
“Ah, what the hell.”

Paul Simon

(Gracias, Anita).