A Friend is sought:
He/she doesn't need to be man, human
being is enough, it is enough to have feelings, it is enough to
have heart.
He/she needs to know to speak and to
silence, above all to know to hear.
He/she has to like of poetry, at
dawn, of bird, of sun, of the moon, of the song, of the winds and
of the songs of the breeze.
He/she should have love, a great
love for somebody, or then to feel lack of not to have that love.
He/she should love the neighbor and
to respect the pain that the passer-bies take I get.
He/she should keep secret without
sacrificing. It is not necessary that it is of first hand, nor it
is indispensable that is of second hand. It already have been
deceive, therefore all the friends are deceived.
It is not necessary that it is pure,
nor that is all impure, but it doesn't owe to be vulgar.
He/she should be an ideal and afraid
of losing it and, in the case of like this not to be, it should
feel the great vacuum that that leaves.
He/she has to have human resonances,
its main objective should be it of friend. It should feel the sad
person's feather and to understand the immense emptiness of the
solitarians.
It should like children and to
deplore the ones that could not be born. A friend is sought to
like of the same tastes, that it is moved, when called of friend.
That he knows how to talk of simple
things, of dews, of big rains and of the memories of childhood.
He/she needs a friend for not going
mad, to count the one that if he/she saw of beautiful and sad
during the day, of the longings and of the accomplishments, of
the dreams and of the reality.
It should like deserted streets, of
puddles of water and of roads wet, of highway song, of brushwood
after the rain, of lying in the gram.
He/she needs a friend that says that
is worthwhile to live, not because the life is beautiful, but
because a friend is already had.
He/she needs a friend to stop of
crying. For not living in the past in search of lost memoirses.
That beats us in the shoulders
smiling or crying, but that calls us of friend, to have the
conscience that still lives him.
From: Marvin
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