Monday, June 21, 2010

When Is It Necessary To Flea Bomb Your Home



This evening of friendship and talk of its charm.
Fortunately I have the pleasure of being a friend of exceptional people, some of which have known for years. I was lucky enough to be friends with people even more special ... failing closer to me, live in their memory.
Friendship is a unique feeling of immense human impact on emotion. Have before you a person before a stranger, then acquaintances, then friends to trust yourself is surprisingly satisfying. The balance is wonderful friendship. Give and take, never fair, but always rewarding one another.

- Sitting in a bar, on a bench in a park with children playing at the foot, and women who go walking, talking and gossiping of some famous people and you there, with your friend while you chat. You do open, to vent his weight suffocates him and allows him to live peacefully. Not that everything will be resolved by talking with you but surely it is lighter. He who looks around, diverting your gaze for fear of jamming during the story. You fixed it straight in the eye to elicit any grimace that could strengthen or decline what you're saying.

- Meeting friends at the soccer field for the weekly game. Thrashing of beating each other to end up in a pizzeria to eat pizza with a nice cold beer.

- Then there is the friendship between man and woman. Absolutely not equal, yet extraordinary, wonderful: better than any infatuation or love story. You jealous of her without her really is yours. That morbid desire to hear, to speak, to have them close that not even your wife would be liable. That desire to share with you any time, beautiful and ugly in your life while knowing that soon, everything will end. Why yes ... this kind of friendship ends and when ends and melts the hearts to stone. Who has had the good fortune to live will never be the same again. Will not open anymore to another person in total love, total trust. This friendship is as beautiful as destructive but it's worth a try, to live it. At least once.

In essence, the friendship is the staff of life: without it we do not get up again. A big thank
who is my friend and to whom it was: you're part of me.

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