Friendship (Portugal)

We live like rivers with no return
Fearful of overflowing our banks
Yet we hide in our bottom
Precious faces we find
Who brighten up our journey
- That's why they never leave,
Those we keep in our bosom.

But if some day
The waters shall get sullen with homesickness
remember that with eyes
Fingers
Silences
And words
We turn friendship
Into a poem.
(Domingos Santos)