Um Homem Chamado Alfredo

My neighbor next door
Killed himself out of loneliness
Turned on the gas, poor thing
Last gas from the cylinder
Because no one wanted him
No one paid attention to him
Because no one else opened
The doors of the heart
He took with him his blonde hair
And a pet cat

There are so many lonely people
That we can hardly guess
People with no time to love
People with no hand to give
People for whom a glance is enough
Almost nothing
People with eyes on the ground
Always asking for forgiveness
People that we don't see
Because they are almost nothing

I always greeted him
Because he seemed kind
A man behind glasses
As Drummond would say
On an old wrapping paper
He left a note
Saying he was killing himself
Out of tiredness of living
Signed Alfredo
But no one knows why