Two men, two languages learned
two days of shared work
new light comes to mind
to speak the language of beautiful things.
I know that in the memory and hearts
wounded
your presence is in the beloved hours
I know that in the history of funny creatures
always see your face kind of hope.
You live deep inside me, dear friend
hace the courage, which abandoned no
disease
You've got that smile that makes me calm
live a beautiful spring between refreshing
raing.
A sadness hugs the walls of this house
commotion tears down my face
few hours without asking why strength while
passing
remain forever the interest in this well.
Vivir en el otro, camino fascinante del deseo.
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