the best Friend

I met a friend. He isn’t a boy. She isn’t a girl. He is a god, but he is a human too. He is a person but he shows himself like a thing.
he doesn’t live in a city. His houses are all the house of the person. His school is a free place. the prisons of his world are always opened. But the problems escape and steal him part of his life.
He loves all but all doesn’t love him. He gives us all we want. We give him all our hate.
When I’m watching him, I see the bright of the innocence, the dark of the start with the light of the way. I see a bird that flies on the houses, the mountains, the clouds, to the Sun, the father of universe.
He hasn’t got blue or brown eyes, he hasn’t got hair. He hasn’t got only a big strong heart.
He know all but he is a little, innocence baby. He is the oldest and the youngest in our world.
He rises with the Sun, and he dies with everyone that dies.
A song says: “we are the world”. But it is false: the world is us.
If my friend is a human, my friend is the world. And the world is the truest friend I can desire.