Everywhere and times the world have been held hostage absolutist fascist way we live, causing human being alive without conscience or belonging to the fraternity we links with others. Today days, in the fight by reach the freedom of expression and right to obtain a own identity, we reflected on how we recognize one in from other of our experiences, giving us account that beyond of our differences and social ideals gradually us we becoming in pilgrims and fellow trip walk to a inescapable truth 
"We, one to the other, pilgrims along the roads penamos different bound for the same date "
This week I want to share, this little book written by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry , same operator of the story "The Prince " which tells us in C arta a hostage three experiences of friendship, marriage and respect of man by man despite their differences of
" If you disagree, menoscabarte away, you exalt, formulas have never been my or my adventures that informed you about what I am, but acceptance of who I made you necessarily lenient with those adventures and those formulas. I'm thankful that I receive as I am " .
For us, educate us in worship respect for the man, seriously weigh the simple games that take place at times, wonderful holiday ...
But what is this strange relationship that is based on the future and not the past, in the end and not the source! We are, one to the other, pilgrims along different paths penamos bound for the same appointment.
For this reason, my friend, I have much need of your friendship. I have a thirst for a partner who respects me, beyond the disputes of reason, the pilgrim of that fire. Sometimes I have need to advance the heat like promised, and rest, beyond myself, in that quote that will be ours.
I'm so tired controversy, of exclusiveness, fanaticism! At home I can enter without a dress in a uniform, without submitting to the recitation of the Koran, without giving anything inside my home. Together with you I have no longer have to apologize, I have to defend myself, I have to prove anything. As in Tournus, I find peace. Beyond my clumsy words, beyond the arguments that can fool me, you consider me just as man, you honor me the ambassador of belief, custom, special love. If you disagree, far from menoscabarte, you extol. Asks me questions as to the traveler.
I, like everyone, experiment the need to be recognized, I feel pure in you and I to you. I have need to go where I am pure. Formulas have never been my or my adventures that I reported on what I am, but that acceptance of who I made you necessarily lenient with those adventures and those formulas. I'm thankful that I receive as I am. What do I do with a friend who judge me? If I receive a friend at my table, I beg you feel, if hobbled, do not ask you dance.
My friend, I have need of you as a summit where you can breathe. I have need of layering with you, some more on the banks of the Saone, on the table in a small inn disjointed planks, and there are two fishermen invite in whose company will provide the peace of a smile like the day.
If you do fight, fight you a little about you. I have to believe you need the best in the advent of that smile.
Greetings ... José Zitle
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