So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing past: IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon’tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglassI’veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme….

And she already has her treasure: it’s you.

Somos manchas vivas de aceite empujadas por pasillos de sombra

and although it may not seem like it, difficulties and temptations are God’s tools.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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