I want to escape a recurring dream
Before I become itself
I want a day that would behave responsibly
I want to reach my desk before time
I want to sit for the hours assigned for a day’s salary
I want to get too tired to wish for a tomorrow
I want to return to my little room
That seems big with things enough only for survival
Fear of landslides, floods, snakes gives sleepless nights to Pu...
At the edge of the day I want to make myself a glass of fine wine
Or anything bittersweet that can help me
Open the window full of late night stars
I want to sit by the windowsill
I want to wait for you when you’ll knock on my door
I want to open it just like the window
I want you to carry every missed moment that
I could have lived with a girl; I want you to fill my glass again
Sit, talk, laugh, sip, whisper and cry
I want you to gift me my last drink before you leave
I want you to fill my glass
With stars of the missed nights.