salyc @ 2006-08-19T06: 11:00
In our lives ...
there are people who make us happy for the simple random
of them crossed on our way. Some who follow the path
on our side, seeing many moons pass, others
see just from one step to another. All calls
friends and there are different types. Perhaps
each leaf of a tree is one of our friends. The first born from a sprout
dad are our friend and our friend Mama,
that show us what life is like. Then there are the friends brothers
with whom we share our space with us so they can flourish.
Let's get to know the whole family leaves
respect and which we wish him well.
But fate has other friends there, we did not know
to meet on our journey. Many of them call them friends of the soul, the heart
.
They are sincere, they are true. They know when we're not good,
know what makes us happy. And sometimes one of those friends of the soul
get in our hearts and then called a friend in love. This friend
gives light to our eyes, music to our lips,
jump to our feet.
But there are also friends of the moment ", a holiday, a few days or a few hours
. They are used to put many smiles on our faces
, all the time in which we neighbors. Speaking of
"near", we can not forget the friends far away,
those who are on the tips of branches and when the wind blows
always appear between a leaf and the next. Time passes, the summer is gone,
autumn is approaching and we lose some of our leaves, some are born
another summer and others last for many seasons.
What makes us happiest is that those who have fallen
remain close and nurture our roots with joy.
are moments of wonderful memories, of when we met on our journey.
I wish you a leaf from my tree, peace, love, health, luck and prosperity
. Today and more ... Simply because every person who passes
in our life is unique. Always leave a bit 'self and takes away a bit
' us. There will be those who have brought a lot, but there will never be
those who do not have anything left.
This is the greatest responsibility of our lives and
clear evidence that two souls meet by chance.
J. Luis Borges
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