Luis Gil de la Puente
((11) Friends - Poem by Luis Gil de la Puente
well deserved friendship,
good chunks of truth
wrapped in cigarette smoke.
Singing together, playing our tune.
High school, low voices,
Coughing.... Silence, please!
A true lady is listening.
playing the same game,
to simply convince each other
we may be wrong.
Drinking from the same chalice,
We taste the same curse:
You bring us Truth'.
Little as we are,
we look through the same keyhole
to sometimes have
a good finishing touch.
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