I love mama, here,

in this old photo before --


she became mama.

When you go boating,

you are part of the city-


scape that others see.

We do fitness on

the canal: we pedal hard --


to see the quaysides.

Being on everybody's tongue, being
furtively watched by the prettiest girls
is the advantage of boys
who work their way up laughing

at the expense of the concern
of their former friends
who do not understand
the betrayal and withdraw

in a hurt longing
for the former intimacy
(Some guys exaggerate
  their toughness, they overshoot

  the mark, so
  that everyone suffers
  a loss, no
  a person can't be worse)

Being your allies

friends notice: we are needed --


as adversaries.

Look at her, she loves

him, a wonderful feeling --


to hold forever.

I can see, you would

like to take off my net shirt --


but you don't do it.