I and Paulo have been friends 40 years ago. When I offer it to someone, I know more than half a world, it is stubborn to sayWith admitted ingenuity and now may be glorified, “He is my biggest friends.” Every time I say this, it seems that it can arise from exile, like ancient long white beard, almost concealed. We laugh at the word “old”. I know that we still feel the teenagers who chose music on the pirate radio or crossed an old road, embraced the trees, with the headlights of the car. The road that seemed long and mysterious, in the depths of friendship. On a day, on the same way, there is no magic. We were invented. Children are the ones who do, cardboard cage, place to hide, castle, strong house. Friends also have this ability. We do not want to make the road alone.
Today is Sunday and changed some messages with Paulo. It is possible for us to spend months without speaking or forgetting each other’s birthday, with compensation laterBy words, failure. It is no longer a defect. For a while, friends have engraved for life in our time. Not forgetting a birthday falls us. Paulo here planted as one of the trees that embrace the road.
There are friends that we see our lives retroactively. FriendsAfter all, the narrators of our lives. They can already tell us. Paul can also tell me and me: the relationships that we know for each other, the various homes we were living in, sad moments, joys in the slope nights, a common song, and the parties in which we came out, the dance stopped.
Friends offer memories to each other. I I am also the best memories to present. Bring us parts of life that no longer occupy space in us. We laughed, because we no longer remember. We offer, in return, another moment that lives together. We rebuild the past with joy in addition to the present.
today Paulo told that we are still returning to adolescence, but already mature. I explained that I just now started plans. Interestingly, this week I was with a friend who interrupted with him coexistence with them and noticed the moment I announced that I was the only person I knew that she had no plans for the future. She did not remember that she told me this. These memories are rescue join people. Give them time, even if he couldn’t live again, appears as a response. It is like a game that we return to us after many years and we will not play with it because its time has passed. However, we were happy to get it again. Memories between friends can be this game that we do not want to lose.
On Sunday, it should be the day you woke up to be on the table with friends, and the pain of being an adult was never an adultNvidated. I find, after days of recognizing the audience at Consish Sunday, which there are many others like me. We must create Sunday Friends Association, with dances, foods and discoveries that will lead us to adolescence. I think we must have the ability to live in a happy teenager in adults. Or not, because we will be hidden from common memories and friendships may make risk. While I write, I insisted on cultivating it in childhood, I discovered that what I want most was to postpone adult responsibilities. Maybe it is too late. By postponing responsibilities, I will also be able to lose the hypothesis of others to the oldest of my friends.
I have many doubts now as in adolescence. Perhaps from there I never left. At this time, I discovered the word pain and never left.
The heart is still beating.
