السبت، 2 مارس 2013

Spring..

 It was spring, there was a lovely smell of new things in the air, and I felt young again. There's a flower that only blooms in the autumn; well, that afternoon, I felt like that flower. As if, suddenly, in the autumn of my life, when I though I'd experienced everything could experience, that man had appeared on the steps purely to show me that feelings-love, for example-do not grow old along with the body.

Brida
Paulo Coelho

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