And A Mistake Repeated More Than Once

The Desert Takes Our Dreams Away From Us, And They Don't Always Return. We Know That, And We Are Used To It. Those Who Don't Return Become A Part Of The Clouds, A Part Of The Animals That Hide In The Ravines And Of The Water That Comes From The Earth. They Become Part Of Everything. They Become The Soul Of The World.

Sometimes An Unimportant Incident Is Capable Of Turning Everything Beautiful Into A Moment Of Anxiety. We Insist On Seeing The Mote In The Eye And Forget About The Mountains, The Fields And The Olive Groves.

Learn To Recognize Omens, And Follow Them

I Opened The Window And My Heart. The Sun Flooded My House And Love Flooded My Soul.

May We Understand That Fear Of Failure Is Worse Than Failure Itself