friend

She tries not to possess anything,
nothing, neither things nor persons.
Looking for suspension
in time and space.

Her senses are wakeful,
in constant tension to the present.
She does not live the parenthesis
before possible future.
She lives the center of the world, 

time, itself, moment.

But restlessness is the fare,
feeling of not having plans.

I write something
and she answers every year.

I've been the unexpected meeting
in the folds of a trip.

Paraphrasing Bogani
I found, clear,
the figure of a lucky charm star.

I drew two figures,
one of these, 

a friend.