Friendship no coup de foudre ; friendship even in the case of someone we loved madly, plays with time, is installed in us with all its strength and depth, long before we know it recognize. But there comes a day when it surprises us is falling at last realized that we are friends with someone, and that until then did not know.
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is true that each new friend announces a future loss. But who can live without friends?
PS The drawing of the chariot of the friends (including, of course, the horse) has been done by my friend Eleonora Arroyo, illustrious illustrator from Buenos Aires to talk more quiet on this blog shortly. I encourage you to pinchéis on the image.
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