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The sun of sunday
knocks at the window 
takes my blanket off
my bed gets too warm
aromas of peeled mandarins
and aunties talks
switching my head on
today might be the last one of a useless life
or
today might be the first one of something else
you never know
and I do neither,
clock is hanged on the wall
so simple so defiant so heedless 
I feel I should challenge Gods
and admire the worlds
and understand glares of time
and get deep in the mistery of life and space
then I stand 
hello to my grandfa', how's going to my uncle
and I get ended in a superb sunday lunch
which fills my doubts with no explanations.