Monday, monday

Ebbene sì: ascolto John Phillips e 'Mama' Cass Elliot e mi viene il buonumore.
Oggi mi sono impadronito, ancora una volta, del mio lavoro. Una riunione di quattro ore, quasi un vertice - se solo avessi avuto la cravatta. Riparto, ricomincio da dove mi sono fermato; con piani, intenzioni, propositi, energia.
Stasera, cioè tra un'ora, vedrò Giulia. Che strana sensazione, la sua voce al telefono; come di una bambina, una bambina felice di sentire la mia voce.
Una sensazione strana, come strano sarà incontrarla, stasera, tra un'ora.

«Monday, Monday, so good to me;
Monday morning, it was all I hoped it would be.
Oh, Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me.
Monday, Monday, can't trust that day;
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way.
Oh, Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be.
Oh, Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me?
Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah.
But whenever Monday comes - but whenever Monday comes
You can find me crying all of the time.
Monday, Monday, so good to me;
Monday morning, it was all I hoped it would be.
But Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me.
Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah.
But whenever Monday comes - but whenever Monday comes
You can find me crying all of the time.
Monday, Monday, can't trust that day;
Monday, Monday, it just turns out that way.
Oh, Monday, Monday, won't go away;
Monday, Monday, it's here to stay.
Oh Monday, Monday
Oh Monday, Monday»