Thinking is Crazy, Think That...

Being happy is not as complicated ... The days pass ... Change is the stations ... They are the years ... As the years go by ... People in and out of our lives ... Some pass through us without being noticed ... Others are unforgettable ... These people are our friends ... They are able to change our lives ... The friends we should keep them in the heart ... The by far and closely ... The old and the newest ... Those that we see every day and those who rarely find ... Those who are always remembered, and those who sometimes are forgotten ... The difficult and the hours of happy hour ... Those who, without wanting to us magoamos, or unintentionally hurt us ... The friends and humble the most important ... The friendship is much more than words, that attendance, which meetings, which hugs and poetry ... Being friend is not just go out and have fun and much less be at your side at all hours ... That feeling comes from within and is inexplicable as the love ... It is an inhabitant of that simply being there ... It is a chance that feeds on anything and you lose without being on time or even in no way ... The friendship allows other friends, is not like the love ... Maybe that is why a better feeling that he ... Is that even distant friends and will be without contact friends forever ... But that only happens because there is something ... Inexplicável, but that mark, and this is not the years and not least the past moments ... It is a constant that feeds an entire be ... Nothing beyond that ... One day ... We miss all of the conversations played outside ... Of the discoveries we made, the dreams we had, so many of laughter and moments we share ... Saudades until the moments of tears, the anguish, the eve of the weekends, end of the year, finally ... Do companionship lived .. E. .. Each vai for its part, either by fate or by any disagreement, follows his life ... Perhaps continue to find us, who knows ... In letters to trade ... We can talk on the phone and say a few tolices ... There, the days will pass, months ... Years ... Until this contact becoming increasingly rare ... One day our children will see our pictures and ask: "Who are those people ?"... Diremos who were our friends e. .. That hurt both vai! "They were my friends, was that they lived with so many good years of my life!" The nostalgia vai pushing well inside the chest ... Vai will give you connect, to hear those voices again ... When our group is incomplete ... Reuniremos for a last goodbye to a friend ... And, between tears abraçaremos ... Then we will find the promises of more times that day onward ... I can promise to you ... Which by the time we spend together ... The world never again will be the same ... And you are responsible ... For be more blue sky ... The night have more stars ...