This poem represents those friendships sufficiently strong
to resist to envy, to evil and rumours.



Faithful reason of mine,
That saves you pure and divine,
Even in presence of evil,
Surrounding me...

But not passing through this line
Guarding you with tenderness.

You remain forever rose,
Where never lacked the beauty shine.


Paulo Rodrigues
(This poem has already been posted on the internet)

To my wife

I was dead and now I live
You took my hand

I blindly died
You took my hand

You watched me die
And found my life

You were my life
When I was dead

You are my life
And so I live

Harold Pinter June 2004

Meeting

It is the dead of night,

The long dead look out towards
The new dead
Walking towards them

There is a soft heartbeat
As the dead embrace
Those who are long dead
And those of the new dead
Walking towards them

They cry and they kiss
As they meet again
For the first and last time

Harold Pinter, 2002