The names of all my friends. Those near and those far away. The recent ones and the past ones.
Those I see every day and those I rarely meet, those always remembered and those sometimes forgotten.
Who inadvertently made me suffer. Who I know deeply and who I barely know. To whom I owe so much and to whom I owe nothing. My humble friends and my important friends. The names of everyone who has passed in my life.
A tree with deep roots so that their names are never plucked from my heart and to which the flowering next year will bring hope, love and peace.
For this Christmas, a thought for the brothers who look at us from heaven
Born: March 6, 1942 - Rip. 04 August 2015.