They are not my enemies
but they do not take my side
because they love my enemies
because they long for me
to defeat my enemies
and make them my friends
Because they want peace
without glory more than
glory that is only my wounds

People say
you can't make friends
like that when you get older
but even at this age
I have cheap lunches
with those who treat me
like a human being without conditions

Of course
I can't tell
if it is real or fake
But they don't leave my side
even though they have nothing to gain
from, me, with me, by me

Do they believe that someday I will be a great man? At this age?