Hi, I wrote a text on friendship for my website (which is now both in Italian and BrE). I'd like to know if I did any mistake:
Poets have plucked many geese for Love, writers have killed families of trees for Eros, singers have burnt thousands of CD for Pothos.
Nobody ever speaks of Friendship.
And yet it is the purest of feelings: for the cynic Love is an instinct to reproduce, but Friendship? Friendship is too pure and perfect to be rationalised.
«And those "friendships with privileges", then? Do you think they're pure and perfect, too?» the teens (or the fifty-years-old in mid-age crisis) will say, regretting that they have never had a friend so well equipped. That is not Friendship, it is an agreement: I let your hormonal storm quiet down and you save me the troubles, the "hang up you first", the kisses in public, and the stupid poems.
True Friendship is an unbreakable bond, it does not matter how much you quarrel or how far apart you are, that goes beyond death.
How many time you wrote:Sometimes you recognise a friend at once, sitting on a log chatting for a while is enough. Sometimes you need a while to understand that you have found the keeper for all your secrets, to know that you will always be forgiven, it does not matter how selfish and cynical you will be.
in the short time
of our friendship:
spring 1906 - spring 1907
only one year
nor was I in time to see you
for in your death
I had never believed
when I got the news.
But since that day
We began to walk side by side
as if we had met
out of the time: in the air.
After almost a century
nothing among us has changed
and along this path
we keep walking
because your death
was poetry and nothing else.
(Aldo Palazzeschi ~ Sergio Corrazzini, translated by myself)
During our lives we lose many friends for neglect or fault[?], but the time spent together will last forever.