Maybe you’ll go somewhere,
Or you’ll pull over and enter some ***** hotel along the road.
You’ll drink ***** and eat something with meat.
Then you’ll go up to the room and fall asleep
calmly,
as if nothing were weighing on your heart.
In the morning, you’ll feel a terrible headache,
you’ll go down to the lobby
and drink a glass of ***** with a pickled cucumber.
You’ll start the car.
You’ll want to go to the sea and you will.
You’ll go, and you’ll cool off.
Your body will calm down.
Then you’ll lie on the sand
and cover your face with a scrap of newspaper
so the sun won’t disturb you.
Back home, everyone will ask where you were,
but their thoughts and questions
won’t mean anything to you.