To a friend, a secret you may share,

with laughs and truths beyond compare.

In times of need, they’ll hear your call,

in dreams and life, they give their all.



A friend will give, yet never claim,

they’re always near, not playing games.

They won’t sit back when you’re in pain,

they reach right out through sun or rain.



If guidance is what you require,

a friend’s the one whom you’ll admire.

And if good fortune comes their way,

no envy drives your bond astray.



In a world that chases wealth and show,

we often miss what truths bestow.

But don’t forget what sages know:

a friend is treasure’s truest glow.

Keep well in mind
all secret codes.
Memory
is the safest vault.
Losing it would mean
wandering anonymously
in the limbo of the insignificant.
I too have an access code for everything.
But no one ever revealed to me
the one for your soul.
Nor ever will.

For the first time,
I feel the same emotion
others felt before.
A thought finds me
and makes me lost.
Each day I abort
the violence of vile deeds.

Every day, at the same hour,
a train passed to bring me joy.
But from today I am sad.
No train will pass anymore:
I have become a dead track.

You stick
to the wrinkled walls
of the building where you serve
Adam's sentence
yellowed family photos
or dearest memories,
perishable witnesses
of your humanity.

The swaying veil of words
does not let shine through,
to you I speak to,
the hidden force
of other, more important ones
that burst from me,
breaking into thoughts.

Condemned to cancel
in the moment
the in-between spaces.
Questions dissolved
and never resolved
by daily context:
actions are wax
to their siren songs.