Friends are as the
flowers of the field Have a rustic beauty that it enchants Has the heat of paraiso Has the flavor of I
want more Has a attractive one that it awakes me to
cultivate it each time more I want to cultivate all these
friends in an immense forest, above of the sea I want that all floresção as the flowers in the field That pretty landscape will be! I want to keep the optimism I want mante the balance and what he would make I without my great Friends! Friends are as a perfume of qualidede, expensive, and its aroma inconfundivel.