Sometimes it's necessary to close the door, leaving outside the negative things so that all that is beautiful and positive doesn't risk being nullified. All that is done is often object of injustified manipulations, but if we fall in the game, we risk being hit and leaving it in pieces, because what counts isn't only the authenticity of words but also those silences filled with respect when you don't have the gift of weighing words.
Authentic love is that which lives in these hearts which often thousands of washes, centrifuges and after being exposed to the sun, the wind, humidity, resist felting, becoming yellow or losing colour without altering the intimate fibers of life's material.
You read the most intense "I love you" in a look, in a smile, in that long touchable silence that makes sense only to the soul.
True friendship lies on the highest peaks that to reach you need to take your shoes off, tip-toeing, whispering without ever shouting, knowing how to listen with the heart's carefulness and answering questions with the soul's truth. True friendship has something magic about it which only who can undress of superstructures and hipocrisies, who knows how to feed on smiles with tearful eyes and who can still give before the other expresses a wish can understand. It's that feeling that doesn't buy or sell, but it's on the most hidden counter of the shop for the beautiful things of life that once felt remains branded in fire for life.
Friend is that unpronounced word that flows from a look and embraces you like a second skin.
It's that silent being that enters the soul and makes you feel all the power of its presence,
it's that smile that with a delicate touch knocks on the heart's doors waiting for them to open,
it's that walking together leaving spaces for the soul to breathe,
it's that waiting without fretting for you to reaquire strength,
it's that respecting the subsiding welcoming tears into his heart to take some of the weight,
it's never asking why of a silence but transferring it to the soul to decipher the origin and to give life to understanding,
it's that never-looked-for contact that you find everytime you tend your hand.
Friend is that light breath that refreshes and frees the mind when thoughts oppress it.