the idylie of two beloved who are not discriminated neither by each other not by others because of their gender isnt it utopy? Ask by some gay paars, whether they ever forget how they anounnced about their love to their orthodox parents... what a hidden pain.. which always will remain ask by the woman in suburb how many ******* devastated her heart before she met this handsome practical guy who she may not really love but cherish just the appereance of love in form of elementar peace at home without daily scandal How oft we play satisfied when in reality cats in the soul scratch sometime there is no sight how to difference lovely clotherness from the chain of compomise which people care with clothed eyes. happy love relation is rare but luckely they are, they do exist. but what about this phenomen like friendship? Almost everybody would say she/he have good friends the paradox consist only in a fact that modern life in the west never put this kinship on exam since people are financelly independent other else too, when they clients of the dole and live from welfare they are secured there is no situation happens that friend must to sell their car, or put a ring from a finger to salvate their friend from some calamity.. those friendship mostly base on pleasant time spent together out of any mutual bonds... but friendship to its limit is yet more dangerous than a love to its limit. Therefore such claim hardly exist „friends“ mostly knows very well where the limit of their mutual aid this awareness is tragic, especially utopic is true friendship between male and female to certain point it works but when someone of both step on thin ice for example of unanswered love to somebody else here patience of friend ends who want support dream of friend who is desperated lover when reality shows here is dead end but true friend would help by any „utopical“ situation she/he will find any remedy and make magic thing happen. And friendship between artists isnt it where should be especial tight bond? „I love you when you show“ it is what observation say of such very bonds.. today artists think they were gods themself they curate the life of mortal in their work and give no **** when their good deed will not being mirrored in the art the time of unique like Simone Weil expired and when such altrusit with a keen sense for human justice somewhere still live they will die young like she did or will be driven insane. And we will never know about their dream their fight, their resistance because they were not writer or philosopher like Simone Weil ocasionally was. you will say this piece is written by sheer frustrated one. You exactly didnt guess. Yes of cause I am frustrated one but i find satisfaction balance not to dream about true friendship because such adjectiv is too relative anyway what is true friendship to my graspe Is possible meet only in myths but though to thousandth time dare in: