my friends (poem)

my friends 

birds

my masters 
trees, rivers 

where are they?

my feelings 

sad, deep, astonishing

things that I touched 

hair, bones and skin 
a simple smile

things that I saw 

tragedy and beauty

and what I know? 

inventions and losses 

missing memories 

sparks of happiness

some little stones 

and such hard winds 

blood over the streets 

those days, those dreams 

always alone and walking 

where is our sweet love?