Loneliness

How to keep my mind sane, in front of the multitude of things that narcotize our senses.
There are too much colors, too much stars, too many people and my heart prefers to be alone.
There are too many scents, to many odorous things and I am addicted to only one scent and I cannot appreciate the gardens anymore.
There are too many gardens and too much pain, but I prefer the one that tears my heart apart.
There are too many books but I cannot read any poetry written for me; sometimes it seems that all of them are.
There are too many smiles, but just one makes me happy and I stare at the crowd that has no face, I mean that has only one face from which I cannot deviate my eyes.

Edgar Filho, 1996

Edgar is a good friend of mine. He's an engineer and has a passionate heart which leads him to write poems, listen to operas and classical music. This is a poem originally written in Portuguese; this is a free translation made by him.

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