She was standing on the sidewalk of Atlíântica Avenue with a guitar and a handwritten sign that said: “Let’s sing together.”
She began to play.
Then a drunk arrived, then another old lady, and they began to sing along with her.
In a short time a small crowd was singing together, and another small crowd played the audience, clapping hands at the end of each number.
“Why do you do this?” I asked between songs.
“I don’t want to be alone,” she said, “My life is very lonely, just like almost all old people.”
I wish they all could solve their problems in this way.
