The more you are in the midst of the crowd,
In shoppings, freeways, condominium,
The less you know about men.
Colleagues are like robots,
Friends are connected only by fax, cellulars, computers.
You have children without a partner by the artificial insemination.
Closed in your car, closed in condominium,
Ever more closed in yourself you are.
O astral brother! closed in your spacecrafts
Will you feel in the Infinite
The same isolation of the ancestors?
MODERN MEETINGS
Meeting a 40 years friend in the subway. Synthesize
so many years in five minutes! Because he
will get off on next station.
A quick wave of the relative not visited
so long: scene closed theatrically by the lift that goes up.
Inside the rapid train, see the
ex-lover older, married, on the platform...
New separation: without words, without farewell.
RETIRED
They meet themselves! 40, 50 years took place...
Come the remembrances.
They are then actors of themselves?
The weak heart of old age enfeebles more
With the news of the death of former colleagues.
They part, disappearing...
Alive or dead, everybody disappear amidst the crowd.
SUBURBAN TRAIN
In travel: a passenger read newspaper,
A couple make love with landscape,
A seller note computation on note-book,
A workman slumber,
A laundress guard your baggage...
They think to pay the hire,
They dream to have own home,
They fear to dismiss, they fear lose money...
So few brothers we Know!
May be we never known nobody in other worlds!
I am happy to be so near my brothers!
I see them to be contained in the poem
Like they to be contained in the wagon!
SOCIAL STRUGGLE
Always downtroddens and oppressors.
Ah since the dawn of the world
Prehistoric brothers possessed caves,
Other slept in the open
In the frozen primitive nights!
ANCIENT PHOTO OF THE CITY
With which emotion I hebold o city
Its buildings and crowd of yore!...
Sunday at the park
Men, women, children walk
Children more old age than I.
Certainly other sundays they had.
For us this was the last sunday.