On Eye of the Zombie, I had so-called studio musicians.

I shall be the wild park in the midst of the nightmare of perfection, the still, unshakeable dream in the midst of frenzied activity, the random shot on the white billiard table of logic, I shall know neither how to weep nor protest, but I shall be there always in absolute silence to receive and to restore.

It is beyond any man's wisdom to judge the secret heart of another... for in it are good and evil mixed.

Todos los caminos del mundo llevan hasta el corazón del guerrero; él se zambulle sin pensar en el río de las pasiones que corre por su vida.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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