...M'ESPANTO ÀS VEZES , OUTRAS M'AVERGONHO ...
(Sá de Miranda)
EARLY MORNING BLOGS851Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me: 'Why do you let me lie here wastefully?I am all you never had of goods and sex. You could get them still by writing a few cheques.'So I look at others, what they do with theirs: They certainly don't keep it upstairs.By now they've a second house and car and wife: Clearly money has something to do with life- In fact, they've a lot in common, if you enquire: You can't put off being young until you retire,And however you bank your screw, the money you save Won't in the end buy you more than a shave.I listen to money singing. It's like looking down From long French windows at a provincial town,The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad In the evening sun. It is intensely sad.
© José Pacheco Pereira