Strangers

 We are a group of people that chat about how we deal with pain and grief;

We are part of a community that for any reason are living in a place that was not where we were born.
We inhabited a space that was built by our people, but they are telling us that it's borrowed.
We laughed on Friday night, we watched the moon faded and we burned our wounds.
We were there, just wanted to be heard and getting a little attention from strangers.
We were sharing food and listened to our folkloric music.
We were there, to have a companion or to be the companion.
We drink tea, water, wine and talk about our existential issues.
We embrace our wounds and walk away for a bit.
We light up the world with our love
We are those friends who think that the life together might be better.
We watched the movie many times and we came to the same question "when they will notice that we are here"
We were ideas that passed on to the ones who have the right to be listened.
We, you, they cannot listen when they always need to make the right decision.
We were passing along this email that nobody wanted to answer because it was a stupid question.
We were saving ourselves from life.
We were capturing our memories and seeing our feelings fade.
We were at the end of the night strangers who wanted to fight.
We did not want to stay together and it was painful so painful but it was fine.
We were strangers in the same night.
We were strangers in the same room.
We were stranger in the same house. 

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