Today

Even a couple of pills make me feel sad
Even in Tuesday the sun is not up
Even your proposition is a bad idea
Even the hotel beside the subway station is boring
Even your apartment can’t play my song
Even remember those thirty one of March hurt me
Even your strokes can´t touch me
Even Daniels can´t stop my tears
Even your voice can´t catch me
Even the flavour of your white water can´t change the taste of my lips

Today I don’t know what I want… so whatever thing is all that I need, actually whatever shit is all that I have, finally whatever thing is whatever shit.