I have a friend who is not my friend. Is ... how to explain it is ... a turro. But I want it. With him we have gone through many things, from mourn for unrequited love, because Argentina did not go bitching champion endurance us late at night because the world does not understand (yeah ... crude, but true). We passed many hours together, so many talks, both time spent on a friend who is uncountable. And why say all this? Because my friend and I have a particularity: we live to 1,100 miles away. But that was never a reason for disengagement. Because we share conversations, coffee, butts, obscenities, mines, complaints, fags and whatever thing you can think of for two years or so, and all this without knowing in person. Because we were friends from the blog to Blogspot Blogia from those talks on msn without knowing who was who was on the other hand, even those who were very good beers on a Friday night in a bar in Buenos Aires, in a corner that I have the most fucking idea what it's called. But the beers were great (and you could smoke in bars, you remember?). And the book ... when you gave me your book, when I had it in hand, when I outlined a few tears and your princess Salo took my hand to hold me, when we hug you and me after years of not knowing who was the other, who was that which made the hold by msn. And Tam! who went with us everywhere! What quartet jajaja, nah if we were about grossos !!!!!!!!!!!
And yet life went forward. I turned to the south, I published my book post, we talked for hours on msn, by phone, text msg. I traveled to rape and you were an excellent host with Salo, to the extent that dwarf always remember you and the visit to the zoo, pizza in "little room" (this time was no longer smoke in bars ... hock). A few months later, I received great news that you got married, no less than the love of your life. And I went back, we made homemade pies for toooda one night!, Mangoes will flower arrangements the lady of the church, the hall keeper gave us a huge hand warming pies, put the tables, tablecloths and we were looking to leg, the wines! We loaded everything in the car to go to the room where the party and did not know what snapped out of fans who had been partying and that if we left we grabbed
naked ... Today you are going through a stage where once again the very turra Life tests us. But you are not going to loosen, I know, sorry. I always put my chest up to something, but only by dint of tears, obscenities, Puch and catharsis, could you pass that fucking obstacle that life puts us. Because that is in some ways, the sense of life. Knowing that we can be better, we can move forward, that an obstacle is not a defeat, but is the reason why we can not give up. You showed me You always, always admired the strength that makes you a man, as a human being. So I know you'll succeed.
My friend is not my friend ... my brother. Are the blood, and are the soul. You are my soul brother. I told you and I'll say a thousand times. We are brothers from the soul, from conception of life itself, from the purest sense that human beings may have.
So as always, from this corner of Patagonia count on me, because you know I'm with you, because I love you and because I know that Salo and you will succeed. As usual again, we are together, as brothers of soul that we are.
I will leave a few words of a post I wrote long ago, but whenever I read moved me to the depths of my soul. I upload this piece just to remind you what a great guy you are.
is my hug for you from these distant lands, but so close at heart:
"... For my part I'm fine. I have grown in line spent the last twenty years I trained, I deformed it, I turned to form and here we are. I remember the last birthday we celebrate with you, you were there, showing off your child at the table had said the word "generally" What would today if you knew that your son intended to be a writer by publishing a book? How would you feel to know that there are at least two people who admire your firstborn for your lyrics? I am surprised, I hope that you will proud ... "
" ... What I can tell from the old? He gave us life twice: first when we gave birth and again when you left you. We owe her too much and as good ungrateful son, there were occasions when I paid him no sacrifices as they really deserve .... "
And yet life went forward. I turned to the south, I published my book post, we talked for hours on msn, by phone, text msg. I traveled to rape and you were an excellent host with Salo, to the extent that dwarf always remember you and the visit to the zoo, pizza in "little room" (this time was no longer smoke in bars ... hock). A few months later, I received great news that you got married, no less than the love of your life. And I went back, we made homemade pies for toooda one night!, Mangoes will flower arrangements the lady of the church, the hall keeper gave us a huge hand warming pies, put the tables, tablecloths and we were looking to leg, the wines! We loaded everything in the car to go to the room where the party and did not know what snapped out of fans who had been partying and that if we left we grabbed
naked ... Today you are going through a stage where once again the very turra Life tests us. But you are not going to loosen, I know, sorry. I always put my chest up to something, but only by dint of tears, obscenities, Puch and catharsis, could you pass that fucking obstacle that life puts us. Because that is in some ways, the sense of life. Knowing that we can be better, we can move forward, that an obstacle is not a defeat, but is the reason why we can not give up. You showed me You always, always admired the strength that makes you a man, as a human being. So I know you'll succeed.
My friend is not my friend ... my brother. Are the blood, and are the soul. You are my soul brother. I told you and I'll say a thousand times. We are brothers from the soul, from conception of life itself, from the purest sense that human beings may have.
So as always, from this corner of Patagonia count on me, because you know I'm with you, because I love you and because I know that Salo and you will succeed. As usual again, we are together, as brothers of soul that we are.
I will leave a few words of a post I wrote long ago, but whenever I read moved me to the depths of my soul. I upload this piece just to remind you what a great guy you are.
is my hug for you from these distant lands, but so close at heart:
"... For my part I'm fine. I have grown in line spent the last twenty years I trained, I deformed it, I turned to form and here we are. I remember the last birthday we celebrate with you, you were there, showing off your child at the table had said the word "generally" What would today if you knew that your son intended to be a writer by publishing a book? How would you feel to know that there are at least two people who admire your firstborn for your lyrics? I am surprised, I hope that you will proud ... "
" ... What I can tell from the old? He gave us life twice: first when we gave birth and again when you left you. We owe her too much and as good ungrateful son, there were occasions when I paid him no sacrifices as they really deserve .... "
Fernando A. Narváez
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