I am tired.
I contemplate
this town
—a town like any other—
where I have lived for twenty years.
Nothing has changed.
A child
is uselessly counting the stars
on the next balcony.
I also try…
But he is faster: I cannot
catch up with him:
One, two, three, four,
five…
I cannot
catch up with him: One,…two..
three…
four…
five…
1921. Translation by Eugenio Florit.
