THE STAR COUNTERS

I am tired.
               See
this city
              —any city you like—
where I have twenty years lived.
           Everything the same.
                                              A child
pointlessly counts the stars
on the neighbouring balcony.
          I start as well…
But he goes faster: I cannot
catch him:
               One, two, three four,
five…
           I cannot
catch him: One, two…
three…
        four…
               five…

Dámaso Alonso, 1921

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