Ab alio expectes, quod alteri feceris

After tomorrow, yes, only after tomorrow...

Tomorrow Ill stop to think about the day after tomorrow,

And it will be possible; but not today...

No, nothing today; Today I can't.

The persistence of my confusing objective subjectivity,

The dream of my real life, intercalated,

The early and infinity fatigue,

A World of fatigue to catch the unstoppable...

This type of soul...

Just after tomorrow...

Today I need to prepar myself,

I want to prepar myself to think about the next day tomorrow...

Because it is the decisive one.

I already have a plan; but not today, today I do not make them...

Tomorrow is the day for plans.

Tomorrow Ill sit down and try to conquer the world;

But Ill only conquer it the day after tomorrow...

I fell like crying,

Suddenly I fell like crying, something from the inside...

No, you do not want to know anything else, it's secret, I won't speak.

Only after tomorrow...

When I was a child, the Sunday circus exhilarate me all week.

Today only the Sunday Circus from my childhood amuses me through all week...

After tomorrow Ill be another person,

My life shall triumph,

All my real qualities shall be convened by an announcement...

But a announcement made tomorrow...

Today I wanto to sleep, tomorrow Ill write it...

For now, what is the show that will that me back to my childhood?

Even though Im only going to buy the ticket tomorrow...

Because only after tomorrow the show will be ready for my pleasure,

Before, no...

After tomorrow Ill finally be what I can't ever be today.

Only after tomorrow...

Tomorrow Ill say the words to you, or maybe the day after tomorrow...

Yes, perhaps only the day after tomorrow ...

Ohhh, the tomorrow...

Yes, only tomorrow...

"You can ever plan the Future by the past" - Edmund Burke




Listening To Hurt - Johnny Cash