Viernes

Like every Friday
I go out for a walk
To burn the week
And walk adrift. Walk.
Sit down.
Sit down, come, tell me.
Sit down. Tell me.
Come, sit down. Where are you from?
I go out. It's Friday again.
I go out to breathe air and wander the streets.
And walk adrift; walk and walk.
Sit down.
Sit down, come, tell me.
Sit down.
Come, sit down, tell me, where are you from?
Use my hands, my name, my clothes, my computer.
Talk to me all night if you want to convince me.
A while, an hour, a day. An undetermined time.
It takes a lifetime to tell me what you want to tell me.
Oh! if you wanted to...
My heart is a drum.
A postcard from Idaho.
An old record.
A speeding motorcycle.
End of the month.
A tunnel without a train.
A grenade.
A heart unraveling.
It's a plane over the Pampas.
Hello and goodbye, see you tomorrow.
Burn weeks.
Give me a clue or tell me I'll call you later.
Or call me.
At least your name, if you're going to disappear.
Today is Friday
And dreams shine brighter.
Today is Friday and I want to dance.
Just dance.