Our friends, each time we see them less. It seems it was only when we were young, worked and drank together that we met as often as wanted, always daily. And in the greatest luxury of all, lost for so long: Because we had nothing better to do.
This week I have lunch with my great friends, that for the first time in our lives, I do not see for so many years. Each one of them starts talking to me as if I had not spent a day without seeing them.
Nothing fails. All fires out as if this was in our blood: the excitation of counting things and the joy of sharing trifles; LOL of the oft-repeated jokes; and the promises of hopes that are decades for accomplish.
There are great friends that I am lucky to have, that insist in the importance of the PRESENCE in capital letters. So far never agreed, thinking that nostalgia makes jokes of the time and that the heart is more sensitive to the reminder than to repetition. I was wrong.
The best friends have to do, is to see themselves whenever they can. It is true that, even if ten years have passed, is like we have seen each other yesterday. But even then we can feel the pleasure of finding who we never thought to find.
Time doesn`t pass for friendship, but friendship passes to time. You have to hold it while is there. We are friends forever but between day of staying friends and the day of die is a great distance. A distance as large as life.
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