I choose my friends not by the colour of their skin or other archetype, but by the pupil. It has to have questioning shine and unsettled tone.
I'm not interested in the good spirits or the ones with bad habits. I'll stick with the ones who make me crazy and blessed. From them, I don't want any answer, I want to be reviewed. I want them to bring me doubts and fears and to tolerate the worst of me. I want saints, so they don't doubt differences and ask for forgiveness for injustices.
I choose my friends for their bare face and their open soul. I do not only want the shoulder or the col, I also want his greatest happiness. Friends that don't laugh together don't know how to suffer together.
All my friends are like thus: half foolish, half serious. I don't want predictable laughter or cries full of pity. I want serious friends, those that make reality their fountain of knowledge, but that fight to keep fantasy alive.
I don't want adult or boring friends. I want half children and half elders. Children, so they don't forget the value of the wind blowing on their faces and elders so they're never in a hurry.
I have friends to know who I am. Then seeing them as foolish and serious, crazy and saints, young and elder, never will I forget that normality is a barren illusion.