i know why
you did not come
as invited
at the Shakey's
after 35 years
it would have been another
opportunity for knowing you
seeing you
and perhaps hugging you and
kissing you for another
goodbye
are you afraid for the
ugly change? we suffer the same
destiny
the wrinkled hands
the memory loss
the long sought and
chosen door in that temple
of silence
we had the courage
to be there
eating pizza and drinking
soda
and having fried chicken
and mojos
and for once not talking
about our medicine
and diseases
we have seen our ugly selves
and we are not afraid
the mirror and the glass
the crowd and the noise
we miss all these
we were once young and
we had no regrets
onward we say after that
meeting
to the great divide
we will work out for this
belief
that we shall still remember
that we still recognize each other
despite the pains....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem