The real holiday is in the heart - time with good friends in the sunny touch of hands, in the quiet presence even. The real holiday is dateless, in the weekday quite ordinary, in the generous gestures of the soul, gushed from a secret impulse! The real holiday repeats itself – it will ring in the memories for a long time with the gentle chords of a guitar, with the wine of our latter days!
I can't give you solutions for all life's problems I have no answers for your doubts or fears, but I can listen to them and share them with you I can't change your past either nor your future But when I need you, I'll be near you I can't help you from falling I can only offer you my hand to support you and not fall Your happiness, your success and your triumph they are not mine But I am truly happy when I see you happy I don't judge the decisions you make in life I'm just leaning on you to stimulate you and help you if you ask me I can't set boundaries within which you must move, But I can offer you the space needed to grow I can't escape your suffering when some pain touches your heart But I can cry with you and pick up the pieces to put it back together. I cannot tell you what you are or what you should be I can only want you as you are and be your friend.
It's so beautiful when you're friends we play together I feel happy. It's nice to talk to my friend there are a thousand secrets to tell and laugh together laugh a lot there is never a shortage of reasons to laugh. Of course, it can happen sometimes to find themselves fighting and in these moments say to yourself: Goodbye, you are not my friend anymore! But soon you go to hug him without it you just don't know how to be. Still happy and happy with the hand true friends walk together.
