Dinner class Diners longstanding,
gathered to ramble on memories
common
school events where everyone puts a word, and the question becomes
unison and laughter, choral,
arrive simultaneously,
as well as drops of rain collected in a basin
become water.
E 'joy to live certain moments, those memories almost
are not reality, but only
moments that are still taking, after years
find old friends, and talk about how
has changed, and talk about how
not it is not, and then
fun at all,
as then, some time ago when young carefree
we wandered among the crowds of men,
without knowing their future,
without wanting to make a real party.
Hugs, who? They are just strangers, friends
a time, perhaps, with which it shared the mornings
school
some discontent
told the classmate, to the
believed to be the best friend;
but when you close the day
see those go away on their way,
know that he had never really met
and thinking of those moments you regret the past,
because it is as if they had ever experienced.
Yes, we were united around the conference table,
yes, it was re-created that bond
invisible but still existing,
yes, scoffed at us like never before, but if
even in those moments it seemed everything was back to normal,
after you realize that all you
change, we grow, we are
experiences that never would have thought.
