Author: Josep Maria Garolera Carreras



Seven days, seven drinks, seven nights and seven nightmares.

Seven flowers, just only one for you, seven storms and seven shipwrecks.

Seven headaches, all of them for you, seven weapons and just one wound.

Seven armies to do nothing, seven deserts and seven losts.

Seven chairs and nobody to sit down, seven mistakes and only one lie.

Seven told truths and nobody to listen about.

Seven dreams, seven falls and seven suns.



Dedicated to my mum.