Blended in the Crowd

“The man of the twentieth century does the following: Isolates himself in the midst of the crowd. Feels loneliness. Living with others around. How? I don’t know, he only knows one word by heart: ‘I’ And in his building Full of residents….a hundred, two hundred He finds it difficult To leave his apartment And say: ‘Good morning’ Sad, isn’t it??? To feel loneliness By omitting the communication he should Enter the building Faces the caretaker Goes to the elevator and stays silent What remedy? Not wanting to open his mouth, and thinks: ‘That little girl seems crazy That old man looks like a bore That lady talks too much, gestures like this…like that No, I won’t make any move That brings them closer to me. Prejudging, he thinks that no one is worth it, no one is useful The elevator takes its time Presses, presses the button Boils Doesn’t speak Remains silent Detests, Maintains the loneliness And on his way to his ‘cage’ Doesn’t pay attention Presses only the button for his floor Doesn’t do a favor, not even for someone entering with a big package. No, there’s no help, His attitude doesn’t change; The person who sends a ‘boy’ to carry… Doesn’t collaborate even with the button, Doesn’t ask a question, Goes up together but doesn’t join. …eyes fixed on the ground Without a smile, without contact Without ‘hi’ Without ‘how was it’ Without anything Boring. Ten centimeters of bricks Separate the inhabitants in the apartments, They seem like machines without brains, Cold and hesitant in relating. One doesn’t know the other’s name, profession, likes, Doesn’t notice the faces Loneliness, loneliness, loneliness And thus living, among elements of the same race, He made a tantrum with himself and goes alone, dying… Alone, among so many ages, feeling a strange nostalgia, And without celebration, without jest, without communication. He remains unaware of what community is. If you are too small to love people, do not hate them.” OLGA MARIA A.M. ARASHI Wise, literary, thinker & philosopher Olga Maria de Almeida Moreira Arashi, Brazilian woman, warrior, strong, noble, with a heart as pure as gold, with a tender and comforting gaze, even if only seeing with the soul. Poetess of life, able to laugh at herself and at life. She illuminates everything when the day is born dark. Sometimes she is so special, so transcendental, that she just is. D. Olga walks confidently because she is proud of who she is. She is the heroine of her own story and the queen of her kingdom.