I’d Rather Not Know Anyone I Don’t

From now on, I’d rather not know

anyone I don’t,

but simply respect them from afar.

After thirty years, my friends

are enough, and my enemies.

Passersby come in clumps,

hearts transparent in their pockets,

from east to west

all innocent.

I’ve set the future aside,

loving them intently

my own way.

Looking everywhere, no one sees me,

never catching my expression.

Not born to be alone, they’re fated,

going one way or another.

Someone pulls his own heart out,

so true, so naïve,

tossed to the crowd.

From now on

all sublime vessels are empty.

Like me, adrift.

Like my life’s

second half.