Canto I

Sunday

On Sunday I think I will see you again

You will be back!

I’m overjoyed

I wait for your return

It’s all in vain

You already had plans

Assumptions, assumptions

Foolishly vain.

I await your return

In some form,

Any matrix!

You bring mystical happiness

My heart waits

In its tormented state.

I don’t want to disappoint,

To distort our destiny

To make deductions

of things that may not be our fate.

But my thoughts lead me constantly to you.

For once I want to believe

that it is more than a mere infatuation

For once, I beg, please,

That we will come back to last night’s magic

Again and again

My heart waits to be fooled

It naively believes in fairy tales

I’d rather have illusions

to challenge each day

Than to never live a moment

my breath away to take

I will count my milliseconds,

in wait

At the universe I met

In a random heedless date.

Comeback to me

My heart cries

It’s unfair

Sunday is a day of praise!

Has Sunday ended yet?

My heart can’t wait!

Democracy!

Everyday shall be Saturday.