Pilgrim

My most precious friend 

voyager of thousand moons. 

Walker in endless pilgrimage. 

From Paris to Santiago de Compostela, 

with the desire to traverse the landscape 

and every stone, every corner 

by small french villages. 

In churches he will stop to pray 

and meditate as the 

birds and flowers of lavender do. 

In rivers he will drink a renewed dream. 

Friends forever we will be. 

Too fleeting for this world, 

both similar to a pilgrim wind.

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