Remote friendship steals from those nearby.
You hand your soul to a stranger with a pseudonym.
A confession without bitter consequences
Will melt in the distances as a fogged memory.

To strangers — a fable and a story,
To your own — a scar and a provocation.
Would it not be better — theory on the outside,
And inside — a precious action?

Little of what
Others around carry,
Is enough for me:
The Key Word.