october 12, 1992
i'm a lonely man. nothing to be proud of. there are armies
of unhappy people who run about and look for
other unhappy people – only that between the unhappy and the unhappy
there are many degrees of unhappiness.
some have much money, others have vain
hopes – there aren't only unhappy people
of one kind.
and when, however, they meet,
the unhappy people make revolutions, after which
everything is taken away from them.
(c) ioan es. pop