A mis amigos [English translation]

To my friends I owe the tenderness

and the encouraging words and the hug;

the sharing with them all of the bill

that life presents us, step by step.

To my friends I owe the patience

to tolerate my most sharpened spines;

the outbursts of mood swings, the negligence,

the foolishness, the fears and the doubts.

A fragile paper ship,

seems at times the friendship

but the most violent storm

cannot overcome it

because this paper ship,

has attached to its helm

as captain and helmsman:

a heart.

To my friends I owe the rages

that perturbed without wanting our harmony;

we all know that it cannot be a sin

arguing, for once, over nonsense.

To my friends i will entail when i die

my devotion in a guitar chord

and, in between the forgotten verses of a poem,

my poor incorrigible soul of a cricket.

A fragile paper ship,

seems at times the friendship

but the most violent storm

cannot overcome it

because this paper ship,

has attached to its helm

as captain and helmsman:

a heart.

My friend if this Copla, like the wind,

reclaims you wherever you want to hear it,

you will be plural, because the emotion demands it

when it comes to soul friends.

• Artist:Alberto Cortez