INTERNET FRIENDS
We sit down and look I fix to the monitor...(PC)

We all can imagine what this can mean.
With our mice we travel, moving the leader, for quarters as labyrinths.
Looking something or someone as if we were hypnotized.
We chat some with others, share our sorrow.

We form small groups, and fight against whom they treat us badly.
We hope for someone that he should write our names.
We want recognition and offer the same.
We give kisses and hugs and sometimes we flirt.
In quarters we chat deeply and reveal what hurts us.
We form some friends, on something intangible: why?

We do not know it, Someone of them wither, others bloom and grow, one day...
Perhaps a big love, which turns into something real. So much that make us cry. Because on the screens we can be big, saying our secrets that have never been revealed. Why do we share our thoughts with those who do not see and think us that we are real?

The response is so clear and simple as the crystal. We all need someone to tell him our problems.
We cannot say to the real people because the truths sometimes hurt, but it must be told someone. And we run to the computer, where those are in that we entrust, same "real" of this irrealidad, that accept us this way so crazy, problematic, capable, neurotic romantic or what we are ... that that does not import.
And any of these personages do not doubt it, and it is always there to listen.
That's why to you that you navigate in the same madness, I want to say to you:
Thanks for being there!
 FRIENDS OF ZORPIA!!!!!!

DIDI :)