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Most of the treasures of Guelyland are made of paper, plastic and vinyl.Guelyland dreams with expanding in deep more then in surface. The music of Nik Kershaw has been heard here. There are apes, lots of apes in Guelyland. Woody Allen and Bob Hope visit it quite often. Here we love books (the Kingdoms Library is both celebrated and secret) Here we are atheists but very tolerant and think of god a bit too often and much. Guelyland is, the stuff my dreams are made of..."
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Saturday, January 10, 2009
I remember my father said once "You get your real friends until you are 25". I don't remember his reason or source for that kind of wisdom. In any case, if we had live longer then that we could thing about it for a while. I'm far passed that blessed age and I don't think he was too far from the true. Maybe it has to do with our youth or a more innocent time. Of course we don't remember the bad pals too often and by contrast we cherish and remember the good and very good ones. More so, the perfect ones. I'm thinking especially in one right now. I haven't seen her in thirteen years and our lives went different paths with family and journeys in between, even before that. It's a tricky thing the friendship between a guy and a girl. Some says it's impossible, some says is not. In any case is something that has some kind of warm magic involved. It made us feel nostalgic in a sad sweet way. It made us miss that person a lot and wish we could hug him/her again. It made us dream the reality that somewhere somebody is caring with his/her soul for us. And we do the same for them. Or actually we don't. Adult life is busy and we "don't have time". We don't know always who thinks of us, or who loves us, if they don't say it or if we don't hear it and many times this sadly can be the case. But today i noticed that she does and that makes me happy. Because I can feel each one of her words with the pure true of her voice, as if I could listen her here, now and every time I think of it. I am writing this because I want her to know and because I don't wanna commit the mistake of silence when i have something to say. With the years I've seen most people leaving my life after they promised to stay and others just passing by. Others I left and passed by myself. But this one, this careful one, this perfect one, is here alive in the heart of Guelyland and it always be.