Crazy and Saints

I choose my friends

not by their skin or other archetype

but by the pupil.

They have to have questioning

shine and unsetted tone.

I'm not interested in the good spirits

or the ones with bad habits.

I'll stick with the ones

that are made of me being

From them,

I don't want an answer,

I want to be reviewed

I want them to bring me doubts

and fears and to tolerate

the worst of me.

But that only being crazy

I want saints,

so they dount doubt differences

and ask for forgiveness for injustices.

I choose my friends

for their clean face

and their soul exposed

I don't just want a man or a skirt

I also want his greatest happiness.

A friend that doesn't laugh together

doesn´t know how to cry together.

All my friends are like that,

half foolish, half serious.

I don't want forseen

laughter or cries full of pity.

I want serious friends,

those that make reality

their fonutain of knowledge,

but that fight

to keep fantasy alive.

I don't want adult

or boring friends.

I want half kids

and half elderly

Kids, so they don't forget the value

of the wind blowing

on their faces and elderly people

so they're never in a hurry.

I have friends to know who I am.

Then seeing them as clowns and serious,

crazy and saints,

young and old,

I will never forget that "normalcy"

is a steril and imbecil illusion.

Oscar Wilde