Friends

Friends came early in the morning

carrying loads of heavy memories

they wanted to renew

with long forgotten attitudes

smiles and hugs

mimicking tenderness and love

they were using dead languages

and the useless dialects

of antiquated acquaintances

their hearts tried to translate

past experiences of life

into present attitudes and words

but their lips remained sealed

like the books of closed windows

uttering but the silence of the wind

obsolete dew under a heavy rain

Claude Lopez-Ginisty