Gatherer of friends.
With me I do not pretend
to not know you.
Inside these decrepit lines
a politic got us thinking, ''Behind enemy lines''
I lie with hardened looks,
unlearned inside a book.
These walls they have you,
me,
us,
worst prisoner of a kind
is locked inside a mind.
So I take pains to get to know you
and the greatest gift to myself
had always been about you.
I think I will walk just a little bit longer
every people so much stronger.
With one word I receive this gift
and two I loosen my grip.
Walls once hateful where was it Berlin
not long ago we had seen, together,
something fall so beautifully.
Apart we die without modesty.
I am a friend across this sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and likewise, Javier..I am extending my friendship to you. God bless you.. Shalom, Meggie