For Antonella
Guilherme
The tip of a pen not designed
Its beauty that for me,
Would become a source of pleasure reverse,
Squandered on myself all its charm
You are very friendly
That makes you the person you are,
Surprisingly friendly
Their friendship becomes a faith
Never joked me
In contrast,
When I was
So the reverencio
In verses you write these words,
From simple and easy,
But that comes from my heart
For that never ends in vain
The friendship we have built...