AT THE LONELINESS STATION. The loneliness is the blank of life. Nobody in front of you for talking. No more smile, no more human heat. The vertigo of an empty house. I search and find nobody over against me, just past photography. I cry, alone in the corner, and I question me. My desperation interest nobody but me. The television and the radio are really there, but don''t listen to me, even if I sing with. I think, I read, but where is the interlocutor that I research? Who bend over on my torment, my soul conditions? Who help me in daily? My life of careful mother come to end, the childrens are gone somewhere else, and now I''m alone with myfself. Quickly I do the balance-sheet and I perceive that after give all at my kids, my profession and my couple, the life make me making me knock down at the Loneliness staion. I have a family, but she is in shire. My friends? Always very occupy. Who am I? What I have done for occur there?. I''m a fifty years old woman who became a free woman, but at what price? Free in her head, above all. Free cause her past experience allow her to understand the present without to know how to come up with her future. I give well my help for those who asking me and need it, but, in return, who offer me his help? Nobody. Maybe because of my obvious quiet force.. I''m not very young, but not old too. I possses a good health again it''s true, and a fertile mind who support me. But for how many time again? «We have to thrive entirely of life moments» repeat people around me. Of what moments matter? I''m still not an inferior beings. I love life, I''m human, sociable, interested of so many things, and I find that the nature is so beautiful. The life really don''t respond at my expectation. I would like remake my sentimental life, but who gonna want me? The mens who I go by the side watch in the retrovisor of their life. They search well a consort, but she have to be young, sensual and blond in preference. My image don''t correspond at their gait, even is I''m a woman who have nicely got up gait and again pretty. A women of their age don''t suit them because they have quit her or forsake her for live their dreams. This mens are in research of them past and the future don''t attact them.. They want to live the present moment with a lot of pleasure. Should I, for compensate this mute pain et fight my anxiety, of content me with new pet? But what gonna answer this little companion when I''m gonna talk fo it.. I''m gonna be her mistress and gonna must assume is life. This solution seem arrange nothing at all. Surely, I''m in shift with the life of others, who are so egoist. I have understand that at the actual hour, for live entirely is life, it should first think of us for be sure of not to be forget. I can''t, I''m have a social nature. So if I want to know new joy et preserve my moral values, it remains me to take a new start et quit this universe who oppress me so.