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The Tree of Friends by Jorge Luis Borges

There are persons in our lives that make us happy by the simple chance of crossing our path.

Some of them walk by our side, seeing many moons go by, but there are others that we only see between step and step. We call them all friends, and there are many kinds. Let´s pretend that each leaf of a tree is one of our friends.

The first and closest  leaves are our parents and they teach us about life. Then branching out are our best friends they are like brothers or sisters and we share our space with them as they bloom just like us. Then there is the rest of the family and extended family, we respect them and wish them all well.

Destiny introduces us to other friends that we didn't imagine were going to cross our paths.

Some we will call "soul friends" from the bottom of our hearts, they are sincere and true friends. They know when we are not well, they know what makes us happy; and sometimes one of those soul friends implodes in our hearts and becomes our beloved soul  mate. This brings a spark to our eyes, music to our lips, and a spring in our steps.

On the other hand, we also have some friends only for a while, for a vacation, a few days or even a few hours. They bring smiles to our faces during the times we are together.

And then, we cannot forget those distant friends, those at the end of the branches of our tree, and when the wind blows they appear between the other leaves.

Many of our leaves will come new in the summer and others will last for many seasons.

And those that fell off the tree, they are still close, feeding our roots with their friendship. They bring us the memories of those wonderful times when they cross our paths.

Time goes by, summer is gone, and autumn is coming, we lose some of our leaves, some grow the next summer and others stay with us during many seasons. But what really makes us happy, is that the fallen ones are still close to us, feeding our roots with joy. Memories of the wonderful times when they crossed our path.

I wish you, leaf of my tree, peace, love, and good health,Today and always… because every person that passes through our life is unique. Always leaves something from his/ her self and takes something from us.

Some may take a lot, but we won´t find anyone that is not going to leave us "something".

This is the biggest responsibility of our lives and the obvious proof that two souls never find each other by chance.

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Jorge Luis Borges, (born August 24, 1899, Buenos Aires, Argentina—died June 14, 1986, Geneva, Switzerland), Argentine poet, essayist, and short-story writer whose works have become classics of 20th-century world literature

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El Árbol de los Amigos
 
Existen personas en nuestras vidas que nos hacen felices por la simple 
casualidad de haberse cruzado en nuestros caminos.
Algunas recorren el trayecto a nuestro lado, viendo pasar mucha lunas, 
pero otras apenas las vemos entre un paso y el otro. A todas las 
llamamos amigos y hay muchas clases de ellos.
 Tal vez, cada hoja de un árbol caracteriza a uno de nuestros amigos. 
Los primeros que nacen del brote son nuestros amigos papa y mama, que nos 
muestran lo que es la vida.
Después vienen los "amigos hermanos", con quienes dividimos nuestro 
espacio para que puedan florecer como nosotros.
 Pasamos a conocer a toda la familia de hojas a quienes respetamos y 
deseamos el bien.
 Además, el destino nos presenta a otros amigos, que no sabíamos que 
irían a cruzarse en nuestro camino.
 A muchos de ellos los denominamos "amigos del alma", del corazón. Son 
sinceros, son verdaderos. 
 Saben cuando no estamos bien, saben lo que nos hace felices. Y a veces, 
uno de esos amigos del alma "estalla" en nuestro corazón, y pasa a 
convertirse en un "amigo enamorado". Eso da brillo a nuestros ojos, música 
a nuestros labios, saltos a nuestros pies.
 Por otra parte, también existen aquellos amigos "por un tiempo"; quizás 
por unas vacaciones o unos días o unas horas. Ellos suelen colocar 
muchas sonrisas en nuestro rostro, durante el tiempo que estamos cerca.
 Y hablando de cerca, no podemos olvidar a "amigos distantes", a 
aquellos que están el la punta de las ramas y que, cuando el viento sopla, 
siempre aparecen entre una hoja y otra. 
 Nuestras hojas, varias nacerán en otro verano y otras permanecerán 
muchas estaciones.
 Pero la que nos deja mas felices es aquella que cayeron, que continúan 
cerca "alimentándonos" con su amistad. Son recuerdos de esos momentos 
maravillosos, cuando se cruzan en nuestro camino.
 Te deseo, hoja de mi árbol: PAZ, AMOR, SALUD, porque cada Persona que 
pasa por nuestra vida es "UNICA" y siempre deja un poco de SI y Se lleva 
un poco de nosotros.
 Tal vez haya quienes se llevaran mucho, pero no habrá ni una sola 
persona que no deje "ALGO". 
 Esta es la MAYOR responsabilidad de nuestra VIDA....y para prueba 
evidente de que "LAS ALMAS NUNCA SE ENCUENTRAN POR CASUALIDAD".