:)

Days passed since I try to tell, it's zen again. Just that somehow I can't talk about something so ... in concrete terms. It's breathing inside me, living my life, it's me. For first it was only a book I wanted to read and became just a little bit more. Truly just a book, only in the perfect time, in the perfect place. Not even the whole book, only a secondary character of it, from it or something like that. It wasn't the alchemist, nor the universal language, not the omens but just one of them. It's all about the woman of the desert.