Simple Real vs

A simple friend has never seen you crying.
A real friend has the humid shoulders because of your tears.
A simple friend does not know the names of your parents.
A real friend has his telephone numbers in his address book.
A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your holiday.
A real friend comes early you to help to cook and remains until evening you to help to clean.
A simple friend hates when you call him after having gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why you took yourself so much in calling.
A simple friend tries to speak with you about your problems.
A real friend tries to help you with your problems.
A simple friend imagines your romantic life.
A real friend might blackmail you with her.
On having visited you, a simple friend acts as a guest.
A real friend opens the fridge and takes what he needs.
A simple friend thinks that it has finished the friendship after an argument.
A real friend knows that they do not have a friendship but even after having had
a fight.
A simple friend hopes that you should always be there for Him or she.
A real friend will always be there for you.
A simple friend will read this and will throw it to the garbage.
A real friend will send it to you until he is sure that you have received it.

A contribution of: Sandra Valenzuela Q. - The Counts - Santiago of Chile

IT IS WORTH WHILE

There is worth while every thorn, every rose, every tear that waters what it will bloom in smile, because the life is wonderful for her herself; the sorrow does not matter, the lack of affection does not matter, because it happens ... everything happens and the sun shines again.
There are moments that we feel that everything is badly, that our lives sink in such a deep abyss, that one manages to see not even a small chink for which the light happens.
In these moments we must take all our love, our courage, our feelings, our force and fight to go out forward.

Often we have wondered if he is worth while filling with enthusiasm us again, and only I can answer a thing:
Let's do that our life is worth while!

He is worth while suffering, because I have learned to love with the whole heart.

It is worth while delivering everything, because every smile and tear are sincere.

He is worth while bending the head and lowering the hands, because, on having raised them, I will be stronger of heart.
A tear is worth while, because it is the filter of my feelings, across her I recognize myself fragile and prove to be such which I am.
It is worth while committing errors, because it gives me major experience and objectivity.

It is worth while raising the head again, because only one look can fill this empty space.

He is worth while smiling again, because that demonstrates that I have learned something more.

He is worth while agreeing me of all the bad things that they have happened to me, because they forged what I am today.
It is worth while rolling over backwards, because this way I know that I have left traces in the others.

Be worth while living, because every minute that it spends it is an opportunity begin again!!!!!

THANK

INTERNET FRIENDS
We sit down and look I fix to the monitor...(PC)

We all can imagine what this can mean.
With our mice we travel, moving the leader, for quarters as labyrinths.
Looking something or someone as if we were hypnotized.
We chat some with others, share our sorrow.

We form small groups, and fight against whom they treat us badly.
We hope for someone that he should write our names.
We want recognition and offer the same.
We give kisses and hugs and sometimes we flirt.
In quarters we chat deeply and reveal what hurts us.
We form some friends, on something intangible: why?

We do not know it, Someone of them wither, others bloom and grow, one day...
Perhaps a big love, which turns into something real. So much that make us cry. Because on the screens we can be big, saying our secrets that have never been revealed. Why do we share our thoughts with those who do not see and think us that we are real?

The response is so clear and simple as the crystal. We all need someone to tell him our problems.
We cannot say to the real people because the truths sometimes hurt, but it must be told someone. And we run to the computer, where those are in that we entrust, same "real" of this irrealidad, that accept us this way so crazy, problematic, capable, neurotic romantic or what we are ... that that does not import.
And any of these personages do not doubt it, and it is always there to listen.
That's why to you that you navigate in the same madness, I want to say to you:
Thanks for being there!
 FRIENDS OF ZORPIA!!!!!!

DIDI :)