I hate the Day.

I hate the Day,

it anguish me.

The Day was made to do

without thinking or asking,

it was made to work.

And all I really need is dream,

thinking and dancing without words.

The night is that time when you can planning

conquests, triumphs, discoveries...

and then peacefully go to sleep.

Everything is possible, in its unreality,

during the nigth.

Nothing is possible when the day comes through

breaking our dreams.

Our stupid dreams.