Beloved Voices!

I am very happy today. Yes, I know that yesterday I was sad, but today I am happy.

The hearing of the sound of my mobile (a very common sound, really) was enough to change my mood.

My friend Thanos called me and just when I heard his voice I felt my heart flying.

My friend called my. An Ocean and a Continent separate us, but he is still beside me.

We talked like the good all days, in spite that I have more that five years to see his face.

All these years we communicate through telephone and through the connection that a very strong friendship gives to us. Many years of common life, mostly good and great moments. Almost 17.

I am so happy that this man exists in my life, that he honors me with his love.

I heard his voice and I felt protected, like a child in his mother’s hug, a sweet warmth in my soul make me feel that there’s a place for me in his heart.

When we closed the phone, I was full of power and new energy. He is my left hand.

After some hours, my friend Layla called to describe me the reunion of the old schoolmates. She was very happy and she was talking cheerily and cool about the meeting. Another voice from the other part of the world.

She was transmitting to me all her happiness, her positive energy, her optimism.

I know her more that half of my life, almost all my life. I don’t think that I can live without her.

A whole life together, not in the same place, but our hearts is like one.

She is my right hand.

After this Hwba called me. Another voice. A new coming one. Hwba is the gift of life to me the last years. Always there, cool and wise. We laughed very much. A voice from Egypt, but still a voice.

In spite of the short time we meet each other and our difficult times we had together, our friendship is strong (I hope)! It makes me feel safe and calm.

Hwba is my heart. My little heart. 

Maybe you laugh now and you think that I am a kind of lunatic that lives with voices or I am a person that doesn’t have any friends, but this is not the truth. I am a social one.

But all this situations, good or bad, that you live with your friends make you have them inside you all day, like an indelible tattoo.

That’s why only the sound of their voice is enough to give me joy and make me feel safe and protected.

If you ask me if I love these people, I’ll answer “I don’t have any feelings for them. They are not my friends anymore. They are part of my flesh now, of my own body”. Would you ever ask someone if he loves his eyes, his hand or his eye? Of course he does.

They are my family! My chosen one!

Isn’t it GOOD LUCK?

* NO, this is blessing!