quarta-feira, 11 de setembro de 2013

A thousand smiles.

The alarm clock is my dream ending
The morning air feels like a cold zephyr
The quick shower giving me a lateness feeling
The hot sugary coffee works just as a wake up call
The walk to work is a mad sequence of hasty footsteps
The same old picture of routine is hanging on my office wall
Nonetheless, I walk by a thousand smiles each day
And they make me cherish the whole way