Solidões

Loneliness is an abandoned city
It's a cart on a road that leads to darkness
It's the ugliness of a well-dressed woman
Strolling on the sidewalk without anyone paying attention

Loneliness is like a wounded bird
That flew, but is lost, not knowing the direction
It's like a hand without another hand to clap
Like a God losing his temper if no one asks for forgiveness

Loneliness is like a forgotten name
Like a man growing old, not living what he dreamed
It's like traffic in the middle of the night
It's the poet on the sidewalk that no one ever listened to

Loneliness is an actress without an audience
It's a bee without a hive, a sailboat in the backcountry
It's the promise of an unethical politician
It's the arithmetic problem where zero is the solution

Loneliness is a ball without a soccer shoe
It's the gossiping neighbor, with no neighbors at the gate
Loneliness is the swaying of the mulatto woman
When the party is already boring and no one wants to samba anymore

Loneliness is when time slips away
When we lose track of time and the beat of the song
Loneliness is when the movie becomes silly
When we lose the game because someone scored with their hand