viernes, febrero 26, 2016

Drinking While Driving, Raymond Carver







It's August and I have not 
read a book in six months 
except something called The Retreat from Moscow
by Caulaincourt 
Nevertheless, I am happy 
riding in a car with my brother 
and drinking from a pint of Old Crow. 
We do not have any place in mind to go, 
we are just driving. 
If I closed my eyes for a minute 
I would be lost, yet 
I could gladly lie down and sleep forever 
beside this road 
my brother nudges me. 
Any minute now, something will happen.


 
Raymond Carver, "Drinking While Driving, en Winter Insomnia, 1970.