Compañero

 I can't see you, but I know you are here !

[I feel it.]

You've been hanging 'round since I got here...

I wish I could see your face !

... Just look into your eyes and

tell you how good it is to be here ...

 

[Just to touch something.

Here ! That's cold !

That feels good !]

Here, to smoke... have coffee...

 

... and if you do it together, it's fantastic !

 

Here, to draw... You know, you take a pencil

and you draw a dark line.

 

Then you draw a light line...

and together it's a good line.

Or when your hands are cold, you rub'em together.

You see, that's good ! That feels good !

There's so many good things.

But you are not here. I'm here.

I wish you were here.

I wish you could talk to me,

'cause I am a friend...

[Compañero.]