Recess, whether school or soul, always are short in relation to the purpose for taking it. The pleasure is temporary, necessary but ephemeral. As the holidays. An oasis in the desert but the desert is still desert and as you can not depend on the oasis, better adapted to the desert, make the leaves are like cactus thorns or not, prefer something less aggressive and decide to migrate to less arid areas and remain more or less the same animal, although no longer in the desert.
evasion of reality could only last for a while. Some weeks, months at most. But then, like it or not, was there, told me in every corner boluda, you can not escape me you . And if they tell you so, so honest and direct, face better.
But the reality is not only love Rachel or shift, possible or impossible. The reality is talking to the grocer as I said are the best plum tomatoes, which arrived yesterday from the north and they are barbarians, the reality is cede the seat to a lady in the bondi but I'm tired all day and selfishness want to pull over. Reality is to forget that tomorrow is an important date or tell me a compliment on the street and put a face to offend or look the other way but secretly know that day I looked in the mirror and I felt fat and put on my shirt biggest compliment I could find and shooting that made me forget a little of everything that every step made to feel that my weight doubled. The reality is many things. It is also friendship.
And I always had my friend. The teacher. Which taught me much more than theory. She was there to talk bullshit and laugh at things that we share so much time just understood. He was also to tell you what happened to me a thousand times and never give the right when he said "Do you understand? I am a mine of shit. " Was to go up to the birritas, but also were for serious things like fetching the result of an HIV test.
Friends are there to make the hold when you feel a cloth by the gila you do not get ball. Either you give it to hurt. Friends are all that I've heard and saw and what people sometimes cries at the movies. But whether the words are already said and the feeling you are all humans, for me that feeling of friendship is unique, it is new, it is mine, the stars were always in the sky and always talked about that and all cultures were attracted by them, however, until I saw them with the necessary eyes were not mine becoming more than just spots or freckles from the sky. Friendship for me is the thing to think of a friend and that the reaction is shown only smile and a friend not a friend but my friend, I miss him as soon as two steps that greeted him because the road forks ( if only to go home). Is accepted if the road has to fork at all at some time or decide to bridges that do not cut it. But above all, to feel alive when all seems dead look for the routine or the feeling of shit that made me part with this person. Feel alive and enjoy it, not alone but with my friend there, is in a deep conversation, or a long session de birra y risas.
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