For some days now,
I had the intention to speak about the wonder of friendship.
My friendships for women…
Which can be very passionated.
I only can explain it as by being straight.
In fact, so straight, it is nearly a shame.
And it is even a contradiction as I am very well aware
Of the different qualities of their charms.
Be it delicacy, sex appeal, classical beauty,
Joyfulness, tenderness, softness.
Well, I am bound to forget something.
Only this morning, I had confirmation about the thoughts
That wer going on in my mind on that subject.
One by a woman, as she related strongly to the text on Camden.
Again.
The red cord.
The safety of the red cord.
I have always try to tie myself to all kind of things;
My weight issue is a very good example of it.
Pets, is another one.
I have the heart of a gypsy,
Both absolutely faithful and a wanderer.
In that heart of mine, there are rooms for all kind of loves.
It is a pity, of course, for the jealous and possessive souls.
I really think, everybody have the same ability,
But it can be very scary.
However, I was not aware that by giving too much freely
And during so many years to an unresponsive person,
Not maybe an unrequited love
As it was not so, to start with,
I fragilized myself and now,
Quite stupidly,
I have not the slightest patience with delay.
Forgive me my friends; I have realised it now.
The second answer came from my young neighbour,
The owner and friend of the Australian Sheepdog.
He was following me and I was unaware of it,
Even the dogs weren’t reacting.
Then I suppose I heard his footsteps.
The dogs, I think, they love each others.
At least, when they are attached…
Otherwise, only Ben and Kika can find a way.
As Kika and Camden are the same height.
Well, and as Camden, a bit like me,
Is always a bit suspicious of the other…
Intentions…
They are all male,
Mine are castrated as we kind had
no other solutions,
They were fighting each other.
One, Ben was the first.
The second, Camden is heavier and taller.
OK! Fact is, today, the dogs permit us, humans,
To have a little talk.
Now, that man:
His wife, she a beautiful young woman,
But she seems to come from another age…
She has something: a purity beside beauty,
And I told him so…
And how happy for her, I was,
He loves her.
As nowadays,
I feel protective about this kind of women…
This world try to convince that we have to be,
Well, I bet, all of you have an answer to that…
So, I was also thinking to thank you all,
My Ladies friends.
Warning!!!
I am only going to give the true names.
Paula, my little one, I really want you to get alright.
We, all of us are searching for our own soul,
Soul-sisters, soul-brothers, and soul-mates.
But at sixteen, it seems such an insurmountable challenge…
Dear Teresa, your trust has added a true meaning to my life.
I thank you.
And Scott too.
Yes, poor dear Scott, you are going to be lost
In sandwiches between all those women…
Let me see!
OK! Sylvester, you are welcome too!
Our friendship, we own to a common concern for our Paula.
Done with men! he he!
Lisa, you know,
I admire you for more than one reason.
One everybody must know,
Is your dedication to filter the perverts on yahoo.
Lil’ Sis Laura, I am so happy to see you flowering in your poems…
Kia and Joelle, my Belgian soul-sisters…
Et en français, aussi bien pour vous
Que
Pour ma cousine P’tit Loup,
Oui, nous sommes une drôle de famille
Que pour toi Bibi.
Toutes les deux vous êtes des femmes
Extrêmement courageuses,
Extremêment généreuses…
Toutes les quatre vous avez un coeur gros comme ça!
Basta!
J’allais oublier ma Smirnovna, ma Passionara,
Ma Che Guevarra, ma belle Samira!
Et Janick? Où c’est-y que je dois te placer?
Dear Janick, we haven’t yet been much in touch,
But you are another one I couldn’t resisted the smile!
Melissa, my honey bee, so Stroumf,
So chocolate so, so, so lovely…
And so touching….
Crissy, my dear Crissy another fighter;
Trying always to make us laugh,
Well.
Sometime it hurt to laugh, Crissy, as I know you are crying.
Just everybody, please give love to each other…
A thought, a wish, can you?
Could you?
Are you ready for that?
But I am not finished …
With my little list.
Carol, may you be blessed, as like Samira,
You are a militant. For greener pasture.
For cooling down,
Especially our little blue planet…
Cat, funny you: don’t!
Too much coffee isn’t good for me!
I can’t stomach it!
But thanks all the same, for the attention…
Tamela, I was attracted by your sweet face and smile,
But you too, like Paula were called back to other vistas
For you, probably other duties.
When I asked you to be my friend,
You were already quitting.
Take care.
Then, Colleen….
with such a name, as well as you avatar one,
It is just a question to find the time to meet each other…
The same for you dear Mavis…
But you are yet another very busy being
And I admire you for that.
Now! Talesha, dear,
You are such a beautiful soul,
My soulful musician friend…
And this is the end of the list.
But hopeful not the end of it.
Sometimes, we humans are so complicated,
That to tell each other we care,
Seems to die the friendship.
All of you, please don’t.
Claire.
Good Gracious me!
La Shawn, I spoke of you in the beginning…
That, we know both…
Don’t ever forget:
You were on time:
Not a minute to soon;
Not one too late…
Be blessed for that…
