they ask that between us
there should be no purpose
or this asking for a use
some benefits
that there is but friendship
that begs not even for time
that memory that simply rests
and then takes upon itself another
journey to a place reserved
for those who are classified as
useless because they serve for no
use but only for the sake of
beauty, the mere grandeur
and nothing in particular
nothing for return of investments
just the gaze, the compassion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem