Letter to a friend in the backstage

Not always do friends appear to be friends. Sometimes when we're focussing our attention on someone else(who we really reaally want to be friends with) is not very clear the fact that there are other people being 'friends' to us. So while we're focussing all our attention in one person (sometimes it's worth but most of the times it isn't) we tend to forget a little the others.
For some amount of time I felt that way and I think you did too.

Well but I think this comment is missing the point of this post. I think that those kind of things are gone now. What I really wanted to say was that sometimes someone was there for you in a situation where no one else was and you never stop to think about that.

When I look back I see so many situations in which you were there for me when people I thought that would weren't. Of course you also failed. Everyone does. But I think no one has ever given you enough credit. No one has ever written a post on you, I think.
Many times you deserved it.

You are a very good friend to your friends.

Sometimes I needed something...very little but important...others didn't bother not even to try to know. Sometimes in those situations...you were there.

I'm not saying all of them.
Many times you weren't there either but many times you were...
So...
For the little and big things in which I needed help and that you did help me...thank you.

Thank God for you.

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Eu bem abro o blog, mas as palavras não saem. Estão entaladas.

Apontamentos de uma visita ao Barreiro

A estátua desceu ao R/C e está agora ao nível dos comuns mortais. Parece que está a andar pelo parque.

Que dívida é esta...

Quando é que a nossa dívida fica saldada? Quantos mais sacrifícios é que vamos ter que fazer? Quantas mais vezes é que terei de comer de boca calada?

Quando é que acaba a hipocrisia e a mentira?
Qual será o dia em que eu vou explodir e dizer umas quantas verdades?

Não seria mais fácil sermos todos sinceros? É certo, ás vezes a verdade dói, mas ás vezes prefiro que me digam uma verdade que me custa do que me continuarem a deixar viver uma mentira ou fazer figura de nem sei bem o quê.

Estou farta.