In Santiago, Chile <br />The days are interminably long: <br />Several eternities in a day. <br /> <br />Like the vendors of seaweed <br />Travelling on the backs of mules: <br />You yawn - you yawn again. <br /> <br />Yet the weeks are short <br />The months go racing by <br />And the years have wings.<br /><br />Nicanor Parra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chronos/
