This is a poem I wrote for my friend Kowalski (Lt_Kowalski) Enjoy...
Before me, he stands as tall as a árbol with feathers of ebony and eyes of teal.
He has been through so much and here he stands before me, my friend...
He can make tu laugh. He can make tu smile when tu feel down.
He is kindhearted and friendly, a good friend, indeed...
a rolemodel, like a legend he stands before me as tall as the árbol itself... What is this feeling... This feeling is weird..
It is a warm feeling... A feeling of warmth like I have been covered por a heavy
blanket in the cold of night.. Is this the feeling of trust and friendship?
Is this the feeling real? Am I dreaming o am I simply asleep, imagining this?
I can't be.. I am wide awake, deep in thought as he stands before me, my friend
Someone I can trust, be por his side in his time of need as his friend...
I am happy he is still around, because without my friend, I would be nothing...
An empty soul walking across the cruel Earth,who would not be able to smile...
o even laugh again... I am happy to call tu my friend,
I hope in the future, we will still be... Best friends...
Before me, he stands as tall as a árbol with feathers of ebony and eyes of teal.
He has been through so much and here he stands before me, my friend...
He can make tu laugh. He can make tu smile when tu feel down.
He is kindhearted and friendly, a good friend, indeed...
a rolemodel, like a legend he stands before me as tall as the árbol itself... What is this feeling... This feeling is weird..
It is a warm feeling... A feeling of warmth like I have been covered por a heavy
blanket in the cold of night.. Is this the feeling of trust and friendship?
Is this the feeling real? Am I dreaming o am I simply asleep, imagining this?
I can't be.. I am wide awake, deep in thought as he stands before me, my friend
Someone I can trust, be por his side in his time of need as his friend...
I am happy he is still around, because without my friend, I would be nothing...
An empty soul walking across the cruel Earth,who would not be able to smile...
o even laugh again... I am happy to call tu my friend,
I hope in the future, we will still be... Best friends...
the siguiente mourning.
Skipper: (wakes up to hear something) Kiva. Kiva wake up.
Me: (wakes up) what is it skipper?
Skipper: I saw something it looks like a barco it maybe our last chance to be rescued!
Me: what?! (sees a boat) hey! over here! were over here! (hugs skipper) skipper the barco stop and its turning towards us!
Skipper: yes after a few days without water we are finally getting out of this dump!
someone on the barco was speaking Spanish so I talk to him on the barco in Spanish to rescue me and skipper on the island and it worked me and skipper are finally getting off the island.
on the boat.
Skipper: when did tu learn to speak Spanish Kiva?
Me: internet why?
Skipper: oh I was just wondering. when the people get us back to the dock I think we should head back to New York and tell my men about it.
Me: I think that's a good idea skipper (hugs skipper) and I like it.
The End
Skipper: (wakes up to hear something) Kiva. Kiva wake up.
Me: (wakes up) what is it skipper?
Skipper: I saw something it looks like a barco it maybe our last chance to be rescued!
Me: what?! (sees a boat) hey! over here! were over here! (hugs skipper) skipper the barco stop and its turning towards us!
Skipper: yes after a few days without water we are finally getting out of this dump!
someone on the barco was speaking Spanish so I talk to him on the barco in Spanish to rescue me and skipper on the island and it worked me and skipper are finally getting off the island.
on the boat.
Skipper: when did tu learn to speak Spanish Kiva?
Me: internet why?
Skipper: oh I was just wondering. when the people get us back to the dock I think we should head back to New York and tell my men about it.
Me: I think that's a good idea skipper (hugs skipper) and I like it.
The End