Today I received a visit from my friend Pax, She had been lost, But she won't stay here long. I offered her a cup of tea And asked her where she had been, She told me she was living on the moon, Since there was no room for her here, Among bullets and tv, Football and jealousy, Pax felt overwhelmed. I tried to comfort her, Her mood was contagious. I asked her to leave Since the movie was about to begin. Pax said she was returning to the satellite, From where the world seems quiet, From where the world cup is unimportant, And we all look equally foolish. Today I received a visit from Pax, My dearest friend, Perhaps, I should call her more often.