Today Like Yesterday, Tomorrow Like Today
Today like yesterday,
tomorrow like today,
And always the same!
A gray sky, an eternal horizon
and walking … walking.
Moving to the beat, like a stupid
machine, the heart:
the clumsy intelligence of the brain
asleep in a corner.
The soul, which longs for a paradise,
looking for it without faith;
fatigue, without aim, like a wave that rolls on
not knowing why.
A voice, incessantly, with the same tone,
sings the same song,
monotonous drop of water falling,
and falls without ceasing.
So the days are slipping
by in pursuit of each other,
today the same as
yesterday … and all of them
without joy or pain.
Oh! Sometimes I remember sighing
for an old suffering!