Night image of the coast of my city, Santa Fe. The lagoon Setubal and of bottom the beautiful hanging bridge. That you enjoy it. I love my city! Bye friend
That the world was and it will be filth, I already know... In the year five hundred and six and in the year two thousand too! There always have been thieves, traitors and victims of fraud, happy and bitter people, valuables and imitations But, that the twentieth century is a display of insolent malice, nobody can deny it anymore. We lived sunk in a fuzz and in the same mud all well-worn... Today it happens it is the same to be decent or a traitor! To be an ignorant, a genius, a pickpocket, a generous person or a swindler! All is the same! Nothing is better! They are the same, an idiot ass and a great professor! There are no failing grades or merit valuations, the immoral have caught up with us. If one lives in a pose and another, in his ambition, steals, it's the same if it's a priest, a mattress maker, a king of clubs, a cad or a tramp. What a lack of respect, what a way to run over reason! Anybody is a gentleman! Anybody is a thief! Mixed with Stavinsky, you have Don Bosco and La Mignon don Chicho and Napoleon, Carnera and San Martin. Like in the disrespectful window of the bazaars, life is mixed up, and wounded by a sword without rivets you can see a Bible crying next to a water heater. Twentieth century, bazaar problematic and feverish! If you don't cry you don't get fed and if you don't steal you're a stupid. Go ahead! Keep it up! That there, in hell we're gonna reunite. Don't think anymore, move out of the way. Nobody seems to care if you were born honest. It's the same the one who works, day and night like an ox, than the one who lives from the others, than the one that kills or heals or than the one who lives outside the law.
A simple friend has never seen you cry. A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears. A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight. A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed. A real friend asks you why you took so long to call. A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. A real friend expects to always be there for you!
Sorry for your soggy shoulders, but you know that I will never find the ones like yours, that will be able to bear all my tears...
Freunde, dass sind Menschen die dich mögen und lieben ohne, dass sie einen Grund vorschieben. Sie lieben dich so wie Du bist und hören zu, was auch immer ist. Es sind Menschen, die den Menschen in Dir lieben. Ob sie in Gedanken bei Dir sind oder auch in deiner Nähe ganz geschwind . Sie sind da wann immer Du sie brauchst. Trauen sich die Wahrheit zu sagen die bei Dir sind auch an schlechten Tagen. Sie nehmen dich gelegentlich in den Arm damit auch Du fühlen kannst des Freundes Herz ist warm.
Habe naemlich nicht selber geschrieben, und das reimt sich nicht so gut, aber alles was drin steht ist wahr :-) Danke fuer deine Freundschaft!!!!!!
English
Enter to this web and listens the song THE BOHEMIA. 
