You open your eyes and you don't know where you are
Then you do and you wish you didn't know
Your head is the BigBang in full expansion phase
Your mouth is dry and your forehead is like a block of ice
You open the refrigerator and close it again
That senseless habit does not go away
You rinse a cup and reheat a coffee
What you did a long time ago,
a week or a month ago or a year ago
Through the half-open window you can hear the sea
And other sounds that you cannot distinguish
You close your eyes and ask yourself again
Perhaps the good day is today
The puncture in the side is as certain as the sun
It bends you over and leaves you breathless for a long time
Some tears mix with the threads of sweat
You return little by little, a drink and you sit up slowly
The neighbor's radio shouts that there is still nothing new
The front is still active but stable in its extension
No You miss the irony of knowing
That they could once again be talking about yours
You cover your ears and you always hear the sea
And other sounds that you can't distinguish
You close your eyes and wonder again
Maybe the good day is today