There are people in line at all the cinemas
people who cry, people who laugh
people who get in, get out of a car
people in the market and in the elevators
people on the bus, on the subway
in the rain, on a tree
people on the slope naked, dressed, singing
people with shadows, with doubts
people who yearn and who help
people who live in fashion
who come and go...but they are alone.
There are people who dream of hugging other people
people who pray and then he doesn't understand
people sleeping on the edge of the river
people in parks, people in books
people waiting on benches
in all the squares
people dying on the edge
of each word
people who count the hours
people who feel that they have left over
people who look for other people
in the same city...but how alone she is.
People in the noise and smoke
from all the bars
people who in their hearts
multiply the loaves
people with bouquets of flowers
people drunk with love
people who dig their own grave, who can't take it anymore...
but they are alone, they are alone.

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