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To my friend, Miguel
To my friend, Miguel
Almost seventeen years, do you remember? We met in Canterbury
We lived in the same house. In a silent, English-style, beautiful road
Miguel, Miguel. My old soul brother. My Bible teacher. Do you remember?
Evening times, you gave me lessons, lessons from the Bible. Teacher
You are a signer. A marker. Your stigma is mine. I am your follower
I remember you. I respect your intelligence. Five languages. Spanish jewish
Miguel, my friend, I have tried so many times to find you in virtual life
But you do not exist. Why? I want to say thank you for my fifteen years. Reading
Your science magnetized me. My Bible Teacher.
From our friendship, my dear and respected flatmate.
Miguel
You are my friend
Where are you?
Missing
Your teachings
And your Bible
Copyright ©
Vilmos Zoltan Galyo
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