We were three, always three.
The ones of Stockholm, Milan
and Saturdays nights in London.
Taxies at three to continue partying.
The ones of Dominica, Mariona
and that tawny habanera* of
triple x legs and lover mouth.
Three against the city,
three against  our loneliness.
Three that know how to care.
Three of coffee, beer and
shots for everyone.
To you Captain to you Walker
I raise my third glass of friendship.

*Cuban girl from Havana
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