I had a friend once,
unique a wonderful friend of my twenty years that will never return. Friend of university debates, of shared passions, dreams, soul friend would say.
As I give you my dear, there were no more and there will be none. Why friendship between man and woman is the most beautiful, difficult to build even more difficult to maintain but only ...
Even now I often remember, I remember our laughs, our walks, your eyes sometimes intimidated , smashing my laughter, water, fire, earth and air, thinking and action. My words were your thoughts, your thoughts unspoken words but read.
Galeotta was that the bench would say, on a warm day in March when the laughter turned into a kiss.
Kiss traitor, almost fatal, the preamble of a break .... because friendship is always a hidden love, not confessed, hatched inside because the friendship is still nourished by the denial of the body. The noblest form of love ...
Why friendship has never held, never jealous, never real, never leave. A friend is there, watching as you are, how you have to admire, perhaps almost to wish you ... friend you look in your eyes as through a mirror but sees his reflection, but his double. If he is the mind you're the action, is you're thinking he's doing. If you are heaven, earth he is, and how the Earth supports you and does not let you down ... If a friend is that is all. If a friend is able to see in your eyes did not need you to explain. It needs no words, nor to confess guilt, or of justifications.
I often regret those feelings and even now sometimes I imagine to find yourself, wondering who would face, drink a coffee or maybe a beer with you, to see with your kids, with your achievements, give a pat on the shoulder and smile with her eyes, with the words, with all said without mentioning ... I wonder who had the face of your dreams, which are still, if there were castles built or broken if you still want to hold the weight of ...
If I read these lines would understand the good that you wanted a lot more than you thought, that I left thinking, because those were your lips on me for a crime, not commit a sin, a castle collapsed, a dream that thinned out ... Because we were complementary but as few would have been impossible together.
But you read these lines ... Yet
I leave you the same, I leave to fate, the possibility that one day happening here by accident you can read about me and us as you would like a time ....
not find my name on a book in a shop window but I know that recognize my pen if I should sign otherwise ... I know you read my name on that book would have given you a great joy. .. And she took me into the feeling of joy that can because I know that after twenty years of silence and distance would be the same ...
friends to meet again ... Do ...
friends to meet again .... And my thoughts get lost in those friends had in the past twenty years. Friends of words, explanations, justifications . I am thinking of a friend unrecognizable and you might not recognize me at a friend's words, not eyes, a friend who in the eyes of some I have never looked like you.
against his mirror in which you want to see only the reflection of his beliefs, I refer the mine, which is completely different. A friend can not be a reflection of their fears, a friend must be exactly the opposite.
I am the earth, sky, water and fire of friendship. They are what you are not, do not fear what you are what you would never, but love me for this . Do you
A 'and to whom I was friend, with all my heart ...
