For my best friend, Naomi
like yellow flowers
on faded dreams
you came to me
gently,
with the soothing voice
of a sweaty spring
thank you, old friend
for being able to be
dark enough to see
the hidden light
in me
i will not go into the times we shared
asphyxia and summer air
juxtaposed to form
an inseparable pair
who am I, old friend
when the ship´s horn blares
if you made me who I am
(if you made me scarce)
like yellow flowers
on faded dreams
you left me
softly, without
any warning of
the lack of color
(there would be)
without your splendor