Rutina

The sun hasn't risen yet
And the clock hasn't woken up either
In the open door still in the dim light
I look again
At her sleepy and poorly covered body
She almost doesn't let me go
With effort, I turn around
Because now I have to leave
The same drive, the same time
The same thoughts come
My body is with me but still
My mind is with her
Now I imagine her hands
Searching in vain for my presence
In our bed
I would like to know what she's thinking

I'm arriving for another day
Of work that begins
While she wakes up at home
To the routine of that day
I can almost see the fresh water
Sliding down her body
In drops colored by the light
Through the window

A gesture in her hair
Putting on her favorite perfume
In front of the mirror that saw everything
She hides in a dress
After a coffee looking into the distance
She gets lost in thought
Smoking calmly
And staring at the smoke, thinking of me

The day goes by, the afternoon goes by
And at night I wait
I count the hours that separate me
From everything I want the most
My face lights up with joy
At the moment of going home
I can't control those desires
To run out now

The traffic annoys me a lot
And the thought continues
Thinking about my return many times
She looks out to the street
The door suddenly opens and I
Wrap myself completely in her arms
And our love begins
And only ends when a routine day starts, routine
A routine day, a day

The sun hasn't risen yet on a routine day
And our love begins and only ends
On a routine day