Decir Amigo

To say friend is to say games, school, street, and childhood. Sparrows prisoners of the same wind behind a scent of a woman. To say friend is to say wine, guitar, drink, and song, whores and fights. And in Los Tres Pinos a girlfriend for both. To say friend brings me the neighborhood's Sunday light and leaves on the lips a taste of sweet wine and custard with cinnamon. To say friend is to say classroom, laboratory, and janitor. Billiards and cinema. Nap on Las Ramblas and German girls with carnations. To say friend is to say shop, boots, leather jacket, and rifle. And on Sundays, fighting over women between Salou and Cambrils. To say friend doesn't feel strange when you're thirsty for twenty years and a few coins. And the soul without insoles. To say friend is to say far away and before it was to say goodbye. And yesterday and always yours, ours, and mine of both. To say friend I imagine that to say friend is to say tenderness. God and my song know who I mention so much.