friends ...
I have friends who do not know what are my friends.
not receive all the love I feel for them or what are necessary for me.
Friendship is a noble sentiment of love. This causes the object to be divided between his other emotions, while love is essential jealousy, which admits of no rivalry.
I could bear, though not without pain, the death of all my loves, but go crazy if my friends all died!
Even those who do not understand how my friends and how much my life depends on their existence ...
not try some of them, I just know they exist. This simple condition encourages me to continue my life. But just because they are not seeking diligently, I can not tell them how much I love them. They do not believe me.
Many of them now reading this "chronic" does not know that they are included in the sacred list of my friends. But it's nice that I know and feel that I love them, even if you do not declare them and do not try.
And sometimes, when I try them, I notice that they do not have the slightest notion of what I needed to be, to what are essential to balance my life, because they are part of the world that I have laboriously constructed and have become the pillars of my fascination with life.
If one of them dies I be wrong.
If I die all collapse.
E 'for this reason that, unbeknownst to them, I pray for their lives.
And I am ashamed because my prayer is ultimately directed to my own welfare. It is perhaps the result of my selfishness.
Sometimes I find myself thinking hard about some of them. When I travel and I am in front of wonderful places, I drop a tear because they are not with me to share that pleasure ...
If something consumes me and I grow old is furious because the wheel of life will not allow me to always have with me while I talk, while walking, living, all my friends, and especially those who only suspect that perhaps will never know are my friends.
A friend does not, it is recognized.
Vinicius De Moraes
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