Waiting for the sun to come
Seated on the sand
Few hours ago
I saw the sinking of the sun
Behind one horizon
Now I’m waiting
In the same sand
For the same sun to come
From another horizon
How simple it is:
Planets and stars
Accumulates nights and days
Changing everything
I’m stuck and drunk
In the same old sand
Surrounded by horizons
Waiting for the sun to come
Trying to find the differences
Between the me of yesterday
And the one of this dawn
And haven’t found none
Maybe changes are too small
To be noticed
I think I need another bottle
And to offer to the sun another round
