ABOUT SOLITUDE

Solitude. Nobody with me.
I march to have company.
Sound of footsteps, man.
I create a rhythm. I make music. Amen.
“Clam, clap, plam”... Left, right, left...
I keep marching. “Clam, clap, plam”...
Left, right, left... Left, right, left.
“Clam, clap, plam”. “Clam, clap, plam”.
Step by step, I walk my steps.
A drunk asks to pass by. Step by step.
It's good to have someone to talk to.
Could this drunk be salvation, too?
I continue my “clam, clap, plam”... going to.
I slow down my "clam, clap, plam"…
I let the drunk pass unharmed, "clam, clap, plam".
Full of attitude, without involving him in my solitude.
The road calls me. Seems to be big. I give up going.
I don't wanna go. I want to stay. Alone and helpless.
Going would be running away. I don't want to run away.
I want to be alone, with myself in my way.
Being with myself means immersing in myself.
In an infinity of my own. The roads get smaller themself.
I'm much bigger. I am deeper into myself.
Solitude be damned. It hurts me, so lonely.
But none laughs at me. Only I laugh at me.
I laugh at this stupid solitude
that I overcome by diving into my amplitude.
Solitude be damned. I prefer to dive into myself.
Experiencing my entire being.
It's where I will never be alone.
Because I have dreams in me.
Because I have infinity in me.
“Clam, clap, plam”... Left, right, left...
I keep marching. “Clam, clap, plam”...
Left, right, left... Left, right, left.
“Clam, clap, plam”. “Clam, clap, plam”.
“Clam, clap, plam”. “Clam, clap, plam”.
“Clam, clap, plam”. “Clam, clap, plam”.