| Rating: | ★★★★★ |
| Category: | Books |
| Genre: | Other |
| Author: | coelho |
...Perhaps love makes us old before our time--or young if youth has passed. But how can I not recall those moment? That is why I write--to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance. So that when I finish telling myself the story, I can toss it into the Piedra. That's what the woman who has given me shelter told me to do. Only then--in the words of one of the saints--will the water extinguish what the flames have written.
ooooh love!
one good read
ReplyDeletemali diay ako title sa? i sat down and cried bah? hehehe
ReplyDeleteBy the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept ma'am...=)
ReplyDeleteby the river piedra i sat down and wept
ReplyDeletemali jud hahahahaha tanga
ReplyDeleteambut nagbo-ot bo-ot ang katokens...mana na kay keana!Ü
ReplyDeletelove clearly defined, click this: so addictive
ReplyDeletehehehe. read it. Ü
ReplyDeletei also enjoyed reading 11 minutes.
ReplyDeletehehehe funny kaau ka rainy:) mizyah
ReplyDeletemishu juds kai. Ü
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