My friend
In the vastness
in my solitude
my voice is broken.
You know my fragile weakness
as pen rocking
in the air through
a glass.


Friend, companion,
you hate, at the same time I love you,
always loyal with firmness
who knows love.


My joy, my sadness,
asimilas them well;
I see you up in my ravings
that you spend as a click.
Toast, friend! Bless you!


Author: dating alba 1.10.2011