Otra noche más

It’s Friday, and the sun slips away, lying at home,

but a fire inside me burns, calling me, overwhelming.

I watch TV, Pacquiao is fighting, the night begins to fall,

but there’s a spark in me that won’t let me stop.

The phone rings, a friend calls me,

he says: “In five minutes, I’ll be at your place.”

The fire burns, life does not wait,

we go out to enjoy, to soar in this space.

We take off the heaviness,

and then we go dance, with drinks and all the wildness.

The night fades, they invite us to a block,

and to pay.

From a dull day, an adventure was born.

The sun now rises, and my spark has gone out,

we head back home, another day of partying done.