Words About Thoughts

To try to forget the past

I put words to my humble thoughts

To avoid reminiscences

And to sharpen the concupiscences

I've been on the airwaves without the open sea.

I suffered the clouds and their discharge

I've been on the move all the time

My life seems like a happy flash

My sadness in the ether evaporates

When the elements in a real quartet

Invite me to a celestial journey

With proud and modest souls

This is where I enjoy the bliss

Without equivocation or adversity

Friendship is a cousin to love

When one dies, the other becomes unloved.