I read a few names
some old dates
Poets passing by
and never returned
They leave a greeting
a piece of their heart
more rarely a smile
There are those who engrave their names
who modestly erases it
Our soul mates
sick of nostalgia
I welcome all their feelings
every joy every torment
Where ever will you be
traveling poets
closed in the mystery
of magic words?
Different lives dreams
visions of better worlds
