It’s Sunday my Sweetheart ~


How good tomorrow is Sunday

And I don’t have to get up anywhere,

I can afford nothing,

And I’ll put coffee in my bed.

It’s so good that tomorrow I don’t have to,


You don’t have to rush anywhere at all,

I admit it, I’m very happy:

I’m tired of living in an eternal hurry.

It’s so good that finally freedom

Can the desires I give,

Escape in the morning early to nature

And I’ll breathe fresh air.

About everything in the world I will then forget,

I will cleanse my thoughts from worries,

I’m just thinking about you.

Until Monday when you’re home

And everything will turn around, and it will be new,

In fact suffering, I can hardly wait to hold you again my fascination

The soul of my renewed sunday awaits.


By Wisdom Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)