Emails

I have gotten so many emails from friends abroad. Some of them very good friends, but most of them known once and maybe forgotten in the day to day of a new life, but always coming back, always somewhere there. Very good friendships, like love, tend to end abruptly, like every exageration in life. But those more grey, those laying down in the background, like a star next to Venus, always remain. It's strange, but it happens with almost everything in life.