That Time

I miss that time ... The time when almost every afternoon We we were to sit and talk
Or go make a delicious ice cream.
(Always choose the same flavor of ice cream)
Ficávamos walking
Making plans for the weekend,
Remembering the good times and happy What we have together.
Were considered
The best friends in the world,
People admired our friendship.
Every day there were always together
Putting in place the boys more
Beautiful school and neighborhood.
Dávamos many laughs,
They were magical moments of a friendship ...
But much time is spent
Our dreams have become real
And then we realize that our soul matured. Rarely found in
And when that happens
Is not equal before,
Are just a few words exchanged
Because time is short
And the commitments delayed.
Those good times 
They were in memory.
We're still friends,
But friendship is a means imaginary.
I wish that that friendship
Return to surface,
Therefore only remains for us
Saudade ...
Those times!