I am tired, that is clear,
Because, at certain stage, people have to be tired.
Of what I am tired,
I don't know:
It would not serve me at all to
Since the tiredness stays just the same.
The wound hurts as it
And not in function of the cause that produced it.
Yes,
I am tired,
And ever so slightly
At the tiredness being only this -In the body a wish for sleep,
In the soul a desire for not
And, to crown all, a luminous
Of the retrospective understanding…And the one luxury of not now having hopes?
I am intelligent: that's all.
I have seen much and understood much of what Ihave seen.
And there is a certain pleasure even in tirednessthis brings us,
That in the end the head does still serve forsomething.written under the pen name of,
Alvaro de Campos
