I would like to have a friend, a friend of the heart, because every tear is not a pain, because my life is always joy and love

 

1. I reiterate my desire to stay in your company, spending a few moments of relaxation with you gives you good friends. Of course, in front of a PC, a cold environment without a soul, you can not express yourself satisfactorily. But with a little fantasy and goodwill we imagine we are facing each other in this beautiful and fantastic magic night. In fact, we can never approach you and me. Just as the sun and the moon or the sea and the earth do not come close to each other, this is us. In this magical night all this does not matter: we met in a dream under a beautiful starry sky. I give you a strong hug a sweet kiss and I wonder how you are, how is life going. I would like to know if the sun is always shining from you or maybe it rains, or whistling wind or snowing, or with a shot of luck to know if you see swallows fly, all together. I know you do not love to talk about you even though it's hard for me to understand why. For me, it is important to know if someone is paying attention to you, listening to you, appreciating your way of life and rejoicing for so many small and simple things. Watching the rising sun and seeing a new day's birth or seeing it die when at sunset the sky becomes red and then slowly becomes dark. Magically see the stars shine, start counting them and then, as they are too many, give up and sit down to enjoy the cool of the evening. I happen in summer after a day of work or returning from the sea. In the summer go to the sea? Do you enjoy doing so many baths, or do you just one or two? So many questions for you, zero responses maybe for me. I know I must get used to not ask her questions if I want to write on your blog. Once again I tell you that I find it beautiful. You notice that you are a man of vast culture and above all kind and understanding with me. You've always posted my post even if you do not deserve your attention. You always encouraged me to write, to overcome the fear of not doing so and so I did. Maybe too much, I took advantage of your blog I apologize for that. It's late, the magic night for me ends here. True: Dreams die at dawn. (Indro Montanelli.)