Today I woke up nostalgic, so I doubted whether I would write these letters, but I decided yes because my nostalgia is for joy. And it may sound contradictory and perhaps it is, however, it is the mixture I feel on this day when my great friend is turning 54 years old.
More than half a century of existence and he dedicated himself entirely to me almost 27. We met when I was barely 26…in the flower of youth, as they say. Together we learned to write, think, laugh and speak in a different way.
Hand in hand we stumble, we make mistakes, we get up again and again, we support each other, we also enjoy because that’s what true friends are for, right? To share the bad and good moments.
With this friend I learned what true brotherhood is, I learned to respect criteria even when I don’t share them; to listen more and to dream of words turned into sorrels, mountains, heroes or eternal lovers.
It also taught me to make decisions without regret, no matter how difficult they may be, to take on challenges that I would never imagine, to overcome the unexpected, to collaborate with those who need it.
I learned with her to be serious, to joke, to be a girl, young and adult at the same time. I learned to be me for life.
That’s why today, when my great friend is turning 54, I want to thank her for having welcomed me, for accompanying me to be happy and live.
Congratulations Radio Mia.
