From Wednesday Night To Monday Morning
I have never been on board,
but I'm becoming well-known in hell.
I write atheistic poems in the afternoons,
and go out as soon as I can when comes the night.
At least, this part of life is mine again.
But the nights are shared now,
and that's what makes everything feel like a velvet touch
of so many multicoloured hands!
Oh, I have never been so up before!
Even when I have to go work next day
after have been sleeping only two hours in the morning.
I can stand it,
and with a smile!
In friendly days like these,
I can stand it and so much more.
I can say I can stand anything,
except going back to my old empty life.