They lived in two separate worlds
They were neighbours
Each one of them quietly tucked away
On his end of the landing
There are so many dishonest people
That it’s best to be worried
They dreamed nearly every night
That they would have friends
They exchanged words coolly
In the same elevator
They ran to fasten as fast as they could
Their forty locks
Then they went to sleep in the nets
Of a TV set
While dreaming nearly every night
That they would have friends
They had read their names on the back of the letter box
They thought that this was quite enough socialising
However they felt each other smile
And even heard each other sleep
But they never met
They moved out
They lived in two separate worlds
They were neighbours
But each to his own side of the partition
And each to his own TV series
They closed the shutters to their heart
At ten o’clock every evening.
While dreaming nearly every night
That they would have friends
They had read their names on the back of the letter box
They thought that this was quite enough to know about each other
However they felt each other smile
And even heard each other sleep
But they never met
Because they said to themselves:
It’s not worth the trouble of going to talk to them
When one has the telly
It’s not worth the trouble of searching for words
When one has the radio
It’s not worth the trouble of making an effort
When one has the newspaper