1-2-3- por mí (Porque siempre es bueno tocar base...)

Esos demonios que merodean por mi mente a veces tienen que ser exorcizados y nada mejor que dejarlos volar y salten a los ojos de los incautos, ¡alabado sea este médium virtual! Aquí tendrán su bacanal esos entes de mi ser: mi amada diarrea verbal, mi intoxicado moco cerebral y mi nunca bien ponderada catársis genital. Se los dejo, se los presto, se los regalo. Porque a veces es bueno tocar base...



martes, octubre 24, 2006

Brindis Cajemense


En mi última estancia en Sonora, de esto ya hace un año, mi amigo sonorense por excelencia, George Alapizco, me enseño este peculiar brindis.

En nombre sea de Dios
que no se me haga vicio
sino una bonita costumbre
que nunca me haga falta
ni a mí ni a todos mis amigos
amigos por siempre
¡salud!
P.D. Por ahí dicen las malas lenguas que sino haces este ritual antes de beber, el Dios de las cervezas puede mandarte una mala copa o en el peor de los casos una cruda inolvidable.
Imagen: creada por Gerardo Cruz y su servilleta.

16 comentarios:

kangie dijo...

un amigo dice que un brindis en vano, son siete años de mal sexo

Anónimo dijo...

en Francia cuando se brinda al mirarse a los ojos, y decir "dans les yeux" ('dentro de los ojos') es una promesa implícita de que no habrá sexo (por eso del alcohol) en vano..
-lpbb

N.Blondie dijo...

las chelitas nos hará libres dijo cierto profeta, sino mal recuerdo


un beso y gracias por visitar mi blog :)

Anónimo dijo...

"like a friend" - Pulp

Don't bother saying you're sorry /
Why don't you come in
Smoke all my cigarettes again /
Every time I get no further
How long has it been? /
Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams
You take up my time /
Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh /
I've done this before
And I will do it again /
Come on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend /
Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again /
You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk /
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.

pmg - lpbb

Lady Blue dijo...

SALUDos!
Gracias por pasar por mi blog :D

Anónimo dijo...

The word's on the street: you've found someone new.
If he looks nothing like me I'm so happy for you.
I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the church -
she's trying to replace me, but it'll never work.
'Cos every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you it leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine.
A bad cover version of love is not the real thing.
Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in.
Such great disappointment when you got him home -
the original was so good; the one you no longer own.
And every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you, you get the taste of saccharine.
It's not easy to forget me, it's so hard to disconnect
When it's electronically reprocessed to give a more life-like effect.

Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that got it so wrong
It's like a later "Tom & Jerry" when the two of them could talk
Like the Stones since the Eighties, like the last days of Southfork.
Like "Planet of the Apes" on TV, the second side of "'Til the Band Comes in"
Like an own-brand box of cornflakes: he's going to let you down my friend.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kUL3Tvhglg
"Bad Cover Version" - Pulp

YoRcH dijo...

salud!

Anónimo dijo...

hey, Canito, es este vatito..
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luís_de_Camões

perdón, por mi memoria de teflón..
pero a ver si lo checa..

hasta la vista, y saludos a Paty..
pmg - lpbb

Anónimo dijo...

busca los versos de Séneca relativo a este tu elíxir, están muy buenos para las bacanales.
ya no te he visto por el msn. saludos.

simalme dijo...

Y una mala borrachera, ya se sabe, nos hace exaltar la amistad...

caiguar dijo...

Aristoteles es ese filósofo que se la pasaba tomando, siempre estaba ebrio, que ya era sobrio por costumbre.

diego de jesús dijo...

Acaso no sientes la sed..., el justo
instante en que la hora del alcohol
a la garganta trepa como un gato;
son los labios para besar el frágil
borde de los vasos, son para llamar
al espíritu que se echa a volar
aliviado tras los primeros tragos;
desconoces de veras la sensación
el estrépito, la exacta sílaba
que ya lo anuncia, el alud?

Tomado de:
Alud de la sal
Libros de la Mancuspia, 1998.

Diego de Jesús

caiguar dijo...

No me gustan los saludos vomitados.

Carolina la chaparra dijo...

Acabo de llegar tarde a la oficina, me encuentro usando una computadora sin permiso por que no es de mi área, mi jefe está a medio metro enfrente de mi (viéndome chatear) y tengo que empezar a hacer un reporte que debí de haber entregado ayer. Dadas las circunstancias, este es el momento PERFECTO para saludar al canuto. Hola!! Hace rato que no coincidimos online, pero entérate de que por más esporádicos y cortos que sean nuestros "encuentros", los disfruto muchísimo. Me encanta intercambiar adulaciones contigo ;) Mucha suerte en tus proyectos y en tus vivencias de tragicomedia. Hasta pronto! ... ahora sí a trabajar

Anónimo dijo...

I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor's West side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they'll be gone

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit

And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist

You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
Just keep going to the bathroom, always say you'll be right back
Well, it takes one to know one, kid, I think you've got it bad
But what's so easy in the evening by the morning's such a drag

I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane

And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is

It was so simple in the moonlight now it's so complicated
It was so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight...

"Lua" - The Bright Eyes

Abril Irlanda dijo...

deberian hacer un brindis pa' los cigarros tambien, que nos libre del mal saque y los gandallas!