FRIENDS
WHAT
IS A FRIEND?
To
recognize a true friend there are TEN signs:
He asks only for what is
needed and only does what is needed for us.
In our times of
difficulty he is there, like blood to a wound that does not wait
to be summoned.
He does not seek personal
gain, but rather what benefits all.
He never patronizes, or
gives his opinions, in order to satisty us or to look good, but
rather in honor of the truth and justice.
He helps us to recognize
our defects, faults, or weaknesses; he criticizes, not to delight
in our frailty or demonstrate wisdom, but rather to help us
improve and be a better person.
He never makes comments
about our defects, faults or weaknesses. In our absence he
defends us.
He never confies
dangerous secrets with us.
He does not consider the
age of a person as an obstacle to stretch out the bonds of
friendship.
He loves virtue and
encourages it in us.
He is not only willing to
forgive the offense, but also willing to help us correct our
mistake.
He
is happy when we are happy and is willing to make that extra
effort to achieve it.
- THESE
BRIEF BUT VERY INCITEFUL LINES, THAT EXPRESS WHAT A
FRIEND IS HAVE BEEN GIVEN TO US BY A GROUP THAT CALL
THEMSELVES
- THE
DREAMSIGNERS
- (in
other words, the designers of dreams)
- A
Friend…
-
- Brightens
- the
sad silhouettes,
- shadows
- of
a yesteryear
- distant
and misty,
- with
the gleaming light;
- their
imagination.
-
- In
the midst of their eyes
- dance
the growing
- waves,
- the
eternal ebb and flow
- of
hope,
- the
tides,
- the
rhythm,
- the
dreams;
- their
greatest hopes.
-
- Their
mischievous stare
- dries
the springs,
- crystalline
tears
- of
bleached
- blood,
- that
flow
- from
the endless well;
- loneliness.
-
- From
their red
- lips
- the
notes explode,
- from
their flexible
- fingers
- the
verses,
- from
their sailboat
- the
furious wind;
- freedom.
-
- Enlighten
my path with your cheerful verses, poet,
- Infuse
my soul with the brilliant notes of your harmony.
- Teach
me to plunder happiness from the sun and the moon,
pirate,
- Reflect
the light of your fearless sword into my timid eyes.
-
- I
don't remember how to swim…I've lost my wings.
- Give
me refuge in your sailboat friend;
- Its
destiny, the horizon, also calls out my name.
- Grab
hold of my shipwrecked dreams,
- teach
them how to swim
- between
the sea of stars and clouds...
- teach
them how to fly
- through
the dense air of knives and clubs.
-
- They
say one learns from life the hard way,
- but
my skin is still soft;
- I
am very stubborn,
- I
prefer the love and
- compassion
of
- a
friend...
-
- Juan
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