Joy Friday

Wine is in my hands
On a Friday with rain
And my heart jumps of joy.
Love and company,
Foods and future,
Plans and relaxation,
Joy is when the opposites meet.

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Holiday mirage

I count the days
And the minutes seem not passing
To the first day of holiday.
I convince myself that each day is Friday
Yet the story is not finished
And another episode comes with the sun.

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