People in our lives exist that in they make
happy for the simple chance of to have
Cruzado our way. Some remain to our side
seeing many moons with us. Already others,
we see only between a step and another
one. To all we call friends. But it has many
types of them. Each leaf of a tree symbolizes
one of them. The first sprout that is born is of
ours parents, who show in them what it is
the life. Later they come the friends brothers
and the friends children, with who we divide
our space, so that we can blossom as. We
pass then to know all the leaf family, to who
we must respect and want well. But the
destination presents in them to others friends,
which we did not know that they would go
to cross our way. Many of them we call
heart, soul friends. These are sincere and
true. They know when we are well, know
what it leaves in them happy. To the times,
one of these friends of soul if installs in our
heart. Then, we call friend boyfriend. This of
the brightness to our eyes, music to our lips
and soil to our feet. Also those friends alone
for one exist time, perhaps for vacations, or
ones days, for one hours. They also
costumam to place many smiles in our faces
during the time where we are together. We
cannot in forgetting them to them friends
distant. Those that are in the tip of branches
of the tree, that, when the wind blows,
always appear between a leaf and another
one. The time passes, the summer if goes and
the autumn if it approaches. Then we lose
some of our leves. Some are born in another
summer, others remain per many stations. But
what it leaves in them happyer, they are
those leves that had fallen and continue to
our return, feeding our root with much joy,
with memory of wonderful moments of the
time where they had crossed our way. Each
person who passes in our life is only, always
she leaves a little of itself and she takes a
little of us. * * * The true friend is that one
that he knows if to cheer with all the
conquests. He offers support in the hour of
pain and the fight. Also it knows to smile and
to partilhar joys. The friend if makes gift in the
dates significant and its leaves hugs as
proper donation of itself to the other. It
always stimulates. It knows to be silent and
to speak in opportune moment. It can be very
distant, but its presence, always close. * * *
The true friend is a blessing of skies to the
beings of the Land.