Alone with Everybody [Spanish translation]

The flesh covers the bone

and they put a mind

in there and

sometimes a soul,

and the women break

vases against the walls

and the men drink too much

and nobody finds the one

but keep looking

crawling in and out of beds.

flesh covers

the bone and the

flesh searches

for more than flesh.

there's no chance at all:

we are all trapped

by a singular fate.

nobody ever finds the one.

the city dumps fill

the junkyards fill

the madhouses fill

the hospitals fill

the graveyards fill

nothing else fills.

• Artist:Charles Bukowski