It isn’t even me, it is just SEPTEMBER.
I’m in a mood high,
and can not afford a cry
Or even a tear from your eye
I feel I want to fly
with you I can touch the sky
I’m afraid one day you leave me, so I die
My friends offered me a pie
they said I can go and have it dry
they insisted and told me to try
I took the pie and I don’t know why
Drive my car too fast suppose not to deny
Arrived to the airport 10 minutes before the plane fly
It was a huge hug, kiss and cry
I couldn’t stop my eye
Finally, I said good luck and bye………
I'll take a shower and wait for my hair to dry
I'll wear a suit, shoes and tie
Go to my room and open the window, wave to September and say GOOD BYE.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
True Friends
Never been there before, but I know someone who have been there. He felt different than others and he really was. He might over reacted a little bit in expressing his feeling thinking that he is from the elite, but he finally knew the truth, which is
¡§Everyone of us is different than the other, talented in something, and is gifted in certain career. He is so talent in many things and is always proud of his achievements, not loudly speaking but just deep inside himself.
Yes, he knew a lot people and may be in a short time when counting time by years. Surely, he lost many of them and he will not be able to get them back. But there is something he don't know or he might forget,may be because of his bad mood. Those whom he lost were never ever true friends, they were a company or surroundings even if it appears the opposite for him.
He calls himself a loser. Lucky him got the opportunity to know his true friends from the fake ones. Because he can not lose true friends, they are like the metal coin; nobody can separate the head from the tail.
He chose to be alone for a while without any previous notice; all his true friends know by hard that he didn't mean any harm for them. He just didn¡¦t use to share his pain with others, this doesn¡¦t mean at all that he don¡¦t like his friends. His true friends know that and respect his privacy although they misunderstand his weird attitude in the beginning.
Not calling his friends or even give them a tip made them confused and made him more depressed. But at the moment he spoke up all the anger transferred to tenderness, hate transferred to love and care.
His friends are always around waiting for the green light to share pain and replace depression with hope. He knows all the above but he only forgot. I can see him now five years later at Basata beach in a full moon night with French semi-cold air, laughing for meaningless jokes as usual with those whom he
thought he lost for ever; His true friends.
S.S
¡§Everyone of us is different than the other, talented in something, and is gifted in certain career. He is so talent in many things and is always proud of his achievements, not loudly speaking but just deep inside himself.
Yes, he knew a lot people and may be in a short time when counting time by years. Surely, he lost many of them and he will not be able to get them back. But there is something he don't know or he might forget,may be because of his bad mood. Those whom he lost were never ever true friends, they were a company or surroundings even if it appears the opposite for him.
He calls himself a loser. Lucky him got the opportunity to know his true friends from the fake ones. Because he can not lose true friends, they are like the metal coin; nobody can separate the head from the tail.
He chose to be alone for a while without any previous notice; all his true friends know by hard that he didn't mean any harm for them. He just didn¡¦t use to share his pain with others, this doesn¡¦t mean at all that he don¡¦t like his friends. His true friends know that and respect his privacy although they misunderstand his weird attitude in the beginning.
Not calling his friends or even give them a tip made them confused and made him more depressed. But at the moment he spoke up all the anger transferred to tenderness, hate transferred to love and care.
His friends are always around waiting for the green light to share pain and replace depression with hope. He knows all the above but he only forgot. I can see him now five years later at Basata beach in a full moon night with French semi-cold air, laughing for meaningless jokes as usual with those whom he
thought he lost for ever; His true friends.
S.S
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