last friday
it was last friday
they kept laughing and laughing
their uniforms smelt of pursuit
as though they knew they could lock us up
we didn't however feel like laughing
neither did we wake up on time in the morning
and as they opened the door of that carriage
their faces shone brighter than the sun
that was our thirtieth day
i thought that school and mothers have forgotten
anyway in that village on the outskirts of Boston
the time is able to pull anybody's leg
still we had some scraps of food
and a handfull of ways to cheat the cops
we learned how to jump on to a train
and to tell the good from the wrong
yet we wanted to give the west coast one more glince
but it was then that the friday came
i thought the wind had ceased care
the moon and the sun took care of each other once again