Bocins De Tu

I wake up too late
half pissed off
with the alarm clock.
Tick, tock,
past twelve.

I walk with the attitude
of the enchanted
that is there, but not completely.
Click, clack,
now it's dripping.

You come back tomorrow,
I'm going to get
new notebooks,
dolls with clothes,
boxes of all colors.

I arrive too early,
go to the rooftop
to collect the sheets.
Pim, pam,
doors are banging.

The night never ends,
the bed so big
suddenly feels small.
Creak, crack,
grasshoppers remind me.

You come back tomorrow,
I have to find
orange flowers,
candles and sponges
herbs with so many scents.

Days that touch my heart,
little caresses that take away my fear,
moments that chain
the pains,
pieces of you that make me better.

You come back tomorrow,
I have to find
orange flowers,
candles and sponges,
new notebooks,

dolls with clothes,
beaches with trees,
places to kiss you,
orange flowers,
candles and sponges,
new notebooks,
dolls with clothes,
orange flowers,
candles and sponges,
beaches with trees,
places to touch you
my best song.