Sad Song to Bore Everyone by Pablo Neruda — Read

I wasted my life all night doing some counting not cows, not pounds, not francs, not dollars, no, nothing like that.

I wasted my life all night doing some counting, not cars, not cats, not loves, no.

I wasted my life in the light, doing some counting, not books, not dogs, not numbers, no.

I wasted the moon all night doing some counting, not kisses, not brides, not beds, no.

I wasted the night in the waves, doing some counting, not bottles, not teeth, not cups, no.

I wasted the war in peace doing some counting, not the dead, not flowers, no.

I wasted the rain on the land doing some counting, not roads, not songs, no.

I wasted the land in shadow doing some counting, not hair, not wrinkles, not lost things, no.

I wasted death in life doing some counting, and does it add up?

I don't remember, no.

I wasted life in death doing some counting, and if I show a loss or a surplus,

I don't know, and neither does the land.

Et cetera.