"Someone has said that a friend is a bank
of credit on which we can draw supplies
of confidence, counsel, sympathy, help,
and love. And that is true, for if you have
a genuine friend, you possess riches greater
than silver or gold. Which, of course, brings
us to the other sideof the question:
are you, and am I, the kind of friend
that others can treasure?"

... and 

The cat on a tree

The winter is there
No leaves on the branches
No birds singing on the trees.
No flowers around and no buzzing bees.
I stood on my branch
Loking up to the sky
And waiting for the stars to shine
"What happens once they are there?"
But only the Moon
The first January's full
So beautiful and bright
I mewwwoued her a serenade
She smiled and I stood there
On my naked tree branch
Under her white shinning light.
And I thought:
"Oh, what a grand and glorious thing
 it is to be a cat!

... hummingbirds



... crazy dolphins

Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses

You're dangerous 'cause you're honest
You're dangerous, you don't know what you want
Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot
For any spirit to haunt

You're an accident waiting to happen
You're a piece of glass left in a beach
Well, you tell me things I know you're not supposed to
Then you leave me just out of reach

Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?
 
Well you stole it 'cause I needed the cash
And you killed it 'cause I wanted revenge
Well you lied to me 'cause I asked you to
Baby, can we still be friends?

Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?
 
Oh, the deeper I spin
Oh, the hunter will sin for your ivory skin
Took a drive in the dirty rain
 To a place where the wind calls your name
Under the trees the river laughing at you and me
Hallelujah, heavens white rose
The doors you open I just can't close
Don't turn around, don't turn around again
 Don't turn around, your gypsy heart
Don't turn around, don't turn around again
Don't turn around, and don't look back
Come on now love, don't you look back!

Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna taste your salt water kisses?
Who's gonna take the place of me?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna tame the heart of thee?

by - U2



... because I love wild horses

Cry Freedom


Cry freedom
With a quiet voice
Cry freedom
And rejoice.

Cry freedom
See the purest light
Cry freedom
With fresh sight.

Cry freedom
With a gentle will
Cry freedom
And be still.

Cry freedom
Till your heart does ache
Cry freedom
And awake.

Cry freedom
With a quiet voice
Cry freedom
And rejoice.