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Waiting for the weekend,

To have some good sensations.

Every night trying to satisfy

Our dissatisfaction,

Drinks, sex, drugs.

Trying to fill out our emptiness,

Music, computer, television.

But the emptiness is still there!

In vomits’ puddles,

Trying to find some life

And renouncing the only

That can give it to me.

In memories’ outbreads,

Trying to find some sense

And turning back to the only

That can to explain it to me!

Black clothes and bad face,

Something there in the bottom

Still make me want to cry

I don’t wanna be fragile in my emotions

But the morning arrives,

It was just a night of fun,

Monday come

And with it the depression.

In vomits’ puddles,

Trying to find some life

And renouncing the only

That can give it to me.

In memories’ outbreads,

Trying to find some sense

And turning back to the only

That can to explain it to me!

My cheerful memories

Are based in weekends,

In some flash

Of an intoxcated mind,

Changing in walls

That we built.

My soul screams for hope!

Oh, Jesus You’re the one!!!