Gente Sola

There are folks in the line at all the theaters
People who cry, people who laugh
People getting in and out of cars
People at the flea market and in elevators
People on the bus, on the subway
In the rain, on a tree
People on the bare hill
Dressed, singing
People with shadows, with doubts
People who long and who help
People living in style
Who come and go... but are lonely.

There are people dreaming of embracing others
People who pray and then don't understand
People sleeping on the riverbank
People in parks, people in books
People waiting on benches
In all the squares
People dying on the edge
Of every word
People counting the hours
People feeling like extras
People looking for other people
In the same city... but are lonely.

People in the noise and smoke
Of all the bars
People who in their hearts
Multiply the loaves
People with bouquets of flowers
People drunk with love
People digging their own grave, who can't take it anymore...
But are lonely, are lonely.
But are lonely...