I must confess
that I’ve had enough of this road
on which I walk time and again

houses trees poles
cars shadows clouds newspapers
sidewalks signs wires thoughts
the road is full of every thing i might have given up
it is too hard for me to walk its path

lately, this road of mine is even fuller of things never given up
people coming, people leaving
I start running into them
sometimes I run into you too
the road is full of light, dreams, papers
the road is full of my thoughts

yes, the road that makes me feel like an old man
lost near time