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 |