Once I had a friend

He was a little bit

Nazi-fascist.

  But, I liked him

Not for the way he talked

But just because

Deep in his suffering

I could find

A piece

Of my own pain.

  Nor father, nor mother

Would us just

Two children

Playing an imaginary war

Against the ghosts

Of our fantastic imagination.

  Once I told him

In a confidence

That our fight

Was for our freedom.

  Laughing a bit both of us

He said:

"Oh! Friend,

keep your wonders,

freedom is just a dream.

Let us fight together

Against the sword

Of our enemies.

  Both together

He and I

We charged all the clouds

And went

Against the monsters.

  For better

He and I

Despite of all our pain

As he never found his enemy

We've at least

We have been free.

  Fernando A. Moreira