jueves, 17 de abril de 2014


Forde´s abbey, Norway.

                              To Pawel:

I have a polish friend.

We met in Amsterdam.

He only wanted

a sincere colleague.

This search of perfection

in the ways of friendship

were very strict,

almost impossible.

He left everything:

a house, one car,

and his name.

He went to Norway

finding an ideal friendship

and some other boreal light.

There, in a place called Forde.

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