One day We nourish the dream with desire, One day Luck slips away at an opportunity. One day We believe in destiny as a plan, One day Expectations are made a mistake.
Sometimes We fantasize about the time of one day In a sequence of years. Sometimes We redo in one day The existence of many years.
This poem was originally published in portuguese, on my last book, and in that language rhymes and is more melodic, but i still like the words.