Saturday, 6 September 2008

a friend…









Today I’m sharing with you this Vinicius de Moraes’ poem which I think more than talking about the need of a friend show us how a friend must be.







Looking For a Friend

You don't have to be a man, it's enough to be human,
it's enough to have sentiment, it's enough
to have heart. You have to know how to speak
or be quiet, more than anything you have to know
how to listen. You have to like poetry, dawn, a bird,
the sun, the moon, the song of the winds and the music
of the breeze. You must have love, a great
love for somebody, or feel a void of not having that
love. You must love your neighbor and respect the
pain the passer-by carries with him. You must keep
a secret without sacrificing.

You don't have to be first-hand or even second-
hand. You may already have been deceitful, for all
friends are deceitful. You don't have to be pure, nor
totally impure, but you shouldn't be vulgar. You
should have an ideal and fear of losing it and, in
case you are not like that, you should feel a great
vacuum which that leaves. You must have human
resonances, your principal objective should be that
of a friend. You should feel pity for sad persons and
comprehend the immense emptiness of the lonely.
You should like children and lament those who
could not be born.

Look for a friend to like the same tastes, who is
moved when called a friend. Who knows how to
converse about simple things, the dew, the great
rains, and the recollections of childhood. You need
a friend so as not to go mad, to talk about what
transpired, beautiful and sad things during the day,
of the yearnings and realizations, the dreams and
reality. You should like deserted streets, puddles of
water and wet roads, the edge of the street, the
countryside after the rain, to lie down in the grass.

One needs a friend who says it's good to live, not
because life is beautiful but because he has a
friend. One needs a friend to stop crying. In order
not to live leaning on the past in search of lost
memories. Who slaps us on the shoulder smiling or
crying, but who calls us friend in order to have the
consciousness of what we are still living.

~~Vinicius de Moraes
(Brazilian songwriter and poet)

12 comments:

  1. very true. thanks for posting this very touching poem.

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  2. More than sisters....friends forever!

    Sao

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  3. You are a dear blogging friend to so many. I am so lucky to count you among my dear blogging friends.
    xo

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  4. i love it. i love everything that it's written there. it is so true. thanks for sharing. =]

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  5. There's lots of good food for thought here.

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  6. what a lovely post,very inspiring. good friends are hard to come by and are precious.
    have a lovely wknd dear
    marian

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  7. Beautiful words, thanks so much for sharing them with us. I've just been catching up on your recent posts and enjoying all the outfits, I particularly like the purple top below, and that black lace dress is killer! You are going to look absolutely fabulous in it.

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  8. What a lovely poem!

    Thank you for sharing it
    :flower:

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  9. Love this, Seeker!
    Thanks for posting it!

    xoxox,
    CC

    And P.S. I am so impressed that you know 5 languages!!

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  10. friends makes life more beautiful

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