From a gloomy hospital
where he was interned
almost agonic and surrounded
of a sepulchral silence
with his usual tenderness
the one that always proved
perhaps with effort not
from his gloomy bed
a sick friend of mine
this letter wrote me ...
Dear friend, I would like to
that upon receiving this
you are well
and that luck
accompany you everywhere,
for my part, I could not
tell you that I'm better
if on the contrary in my pain
prostrate in my open bed
I am a poor skeleton
that gives me horror.
The letter is to tell you
that if you can one day
come and keep me company
you who loved me so much,
I'm so lonely and so sad
that I cry without holding back
nobody loves me anymore
everyone becomes impious
from so many friends of mine
none has come to see me.
Today I give you the reason
I see in my loneliness
this call friendship
it's just an illusion,
when one is in condition
has friends in bulk
but if cruel fate
towards an abyss guides us
I fear that everything is a lie
and that there is no faithful friend.
Well here I say goodbye
at the end point
receive a loyal hug
of the one who has always loved you,
to your mom that I do not forget
also my memory dale
and a lot of devotion show him
and of caresses fill it
you should take care of her
If you knew how much it's worth.
Sunday arrived and anxious
for that loyal friend
see you in the hospital
Anguished and regretful
I went silent
to the place where I knew
that his bed would find
But oh my old man, I found
I was amazed
Seeing the empty bed.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)