florentino,
my friend,
i follow
your path.
i reserve myself
until some day,
but i do not know
when that day
shall come.
the river
was too sweet
and in parting
it was as
a knife.
florentino,
my friend,
i know
your anguish,
i know
your plight.
i too await the day,
i too
my friend.
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