Tired
Tired to think about yesterday
Tired to think about tomorrow
I’m tired today
Tired ’cause I can’t dream,
’cause I can’t even sleep
And tired to wonder to myself if I’m right or wrong
Tired of this loneliness,
of all the abandonments and goodbyes
Tired to be the man that I am not
and that I have never been
Tired of the day and of the night as well
Tired of the time and of the void of space
And tired of the unspoken words
and of those words told, those bad
Tired of this theatre,
where playing could lead you to death
Tired of the capital and development
Tired to see men and women without their time
Tired of this unbreathable air
And tired of this horizon so faraway, so close
I’m tired today
_Hugh S. Graves_
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“Tired”
Milano, Italy, June 1994
© Massimo S. Volonté
In my viewfinder 
that sensations is getting bigger, masked as something else now and then, but always bigger.