Todo contra la sobriedad

I wrote a poem for class this morning - with apologies to Gloria Fuertes and her poem "Todos contra la contaminacion". The exercise was to practice the subjuntive tense, but I was still a little buzzed by last night's bottle of white wine (with a slab of meat on a roof top terrace in Belgrano, of course). Apologies for the lack of accents, but my little netbook doesn't seem to have that function.

Todos contra la sobriedad

Que no sepas nunca la joya de descansarse
Que no tengas nunca la oportunidad de encontrar alguin diferente, alguien que nunca encontraria en su vida normal
Que no reis nunca sin razon, sin parar, hasta que te duela tu estomago, sin razon ...
Que te acuestas todos las mananas con memorias intactas, sin la selectividad dulce de cosas olvidadas.