It was all my mistake that I expected a lot from you when you were able to give only a few

The first moments of sleep are an image of death; a hazy torpor grips our thoughts and it becomes impossible for us to determine the exact instant when the &#39;I,&#39; under another form, continues the task of existence.

We are responsible for reencountering our Soul Mate who is sure to cross our path. Even if it is only for a matter of moments, because those moments bring with them a love so intense that it justifies the rest of our days.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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