Friends.

My friends choose the soul washed and face exposed. I don't want only the shoulder and the lap, I also his greatest joy. Friend not laughing together, does not know suffer together. My friends are all there: half joke, half serious. I don't want predictable laughter, tears or sad. I want friends serious, the reality of those who are the source of learning, but fighting for the fantasy not disappear. I want them children and half other half old!