A man does not understand his loneliness
until he is not bitten on the buttocks
by a U-turn prohibited sign,
he doesn't realize, poor madman, how lonely he is,
how strangely extraordinary the world is to him
until he shouldn't sit on a bench
public to bite off
the thorns of the sun that lacerate his arms.
Bandit in love with the moon
pelafustán lover of the silent space,
crazy crazy crazy
you have no idea how lonely you are
until you meet by unrepeatable chance
your own body on a table of balances
on the street
on two trestles.