There are certain times when we don't need love ... We don't need unbridled passion ... We don't want a kiss on the lips ... And no bodies to find each other in the softness of a bed ... There are certain hours, that only we want the hand on the shoulder, the tight hug or even to be there, quietly, beside ... Without saying anything ... There are certain hours, when we feel that we are about to cry, that we want a friendly presence, listening to us patiently, playing with us, making us smile ... Someone who laughs at our dull jokes ... Who finds our sorrows the greatest in the world ... Who weaves endless compliments ... And despite all the useful lies, be of unquestionable sincerity ... And tell us softly ... Let us shut up or avoid an unthinking gesture ... Someone who can say: I think you're wrong, but I'm on your side ... Or someone who just says: I am your love! And here I am!
