Walking down the street, alone
He sees a bench
Tiredness
He sits, wondering
Feels like something is missing.
He takes his cell phone out of the pocket
He scrolls, zapping the apps
A few minutes pass
Feels like something is missing still.
He looks around
Hopeful
So many faces
Not a single one that could reflect a smile or a perspective
He looks back to the phone
Hopeless
Accompanied loneliness
Feels like something is missing.
Aline Serfaty
Revisado por Fabiana Serra
Solidão. Triste
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