sunday, there is no time.

Awaken, there is light in the window, stretch the arms out.

Sunday, a day on which it is impossible to relax.

A bright morning, it is six thirty in the morning.

Get up, go to the bathroom, use the toilet as every day.

The usual general complete dissatisfaction

with everything, with the surroundings.

The son is up, he wants to use the bathroom too,

he asks if we can go to the cafe later.

Take the computer, read the news,

things are difficult in the world,

say the news on the computer.

The son's alarm clock sounds because he forgot to turn it off yesterday evening.

It is time to make a cup of coffee, it is time to start getting this day over and done with.

There is a loud noise out on the street, followed by a shout.

Look out of the window

 a man passes by outside, going up the street, with an enormous panting dog on a lead.