It’s only one day
and I see you again
and I can’t stop,
the beating of my heart.
Now time drags
slowly on the minutes,
as if tomorrow is very far.
My airtime is finished
and only tomorrow
there’s money in the bank
and tomorrow
in a lot of ways,
a special day
and tomorrow feels far
and I can almost not wait
for it to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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