Laura de Jesus & Marianne Faithfull

 

Of the overdue dates

Every day is a day to live.

And slices of time 

are celebrated,

As if we expected,

somewhere,

in a corner of the calendar,

one more reason to keep

In a dome, hope, well oiled

averse to unfortunate setbacks.

This organization around a year,

it is counting and balancing.

And today is a fateful day

in the personal agenda,

loaded with everything

that we built and destroys us.

But I move on, as usual.

I cross myself before

the mirror of the soul,

no sparkle in the eyes, 

but the same

And I win this date,

which has already expired.