The Lonely Man

The lonely man was born alone in a dark alley left between dirt, garbage and trash; he was found by an old tramp, a clochard, an homeless. A wailing of joy and hope for that warm and human touch then suddenly the perpetual silence for a new tremendous abandonment: white lights and aseptic walls. The dumbness marked his life, rejected, mocked, avoided, isolated even among crowds as a child, as a boy, as a man; his world forever the night, his friends shadows and a stray dog like him rejected, repelled: among leftovers he was looking for food; among scraps he was searching for clothes. Among the waste - unexpected - a bundle: a childish smile from the folds untied the heart and the hardened tongue. "No, you don’t, you will not be a beggar; no, you don’t, you will not live in pain! " The lonely man clutching himself walked towards the sun, walked towards the light.