The lonely are strange individuals
With the pleasure of feeling alone outside the box
It is not clear what they are
Perhaps rebels, perhaps deserters
In today's madness the lonely are the new pioneers .
The men and women have no ideologies
Apart from a strange aversion to the number two
Without any belonging, without pretexts or social ambitions
Without anyone at home to rub them with marital ointments.
The intimacy of the family is not suitable for lonely people
Maybe just a little love when they feel like it
A moment of confusion, a sudden sense of joy
/>Training to smile to hide fatigue
Alone, living alone
Alone, lonely men and women.
Suns smell each other
They are so good at creating a relationship around themselves sense of mystery
They are the Humphrey Bogarts of love
They are the street vendors, they are the gods of chance
The suns are the heroes of the brave new world.
The suns and the suns now there are many
With that air that is a little wise, a little adolescent
Sometimes full of energy, sometimes sad, fragile and depressed
The only ones have the pride of be enough for oneself.
A quiet and serene life is not suitable for the alone
Sometimes it is a choice, sometimes a little less
Needing someone, looking for a bit of company
/>And then living as a couple and discovering that we are all
Alone, living alone
Alone, lonely men and women.
Loneliness is not melancholy
A lonely man is always in good company.