It’s post-war. It’s suppose to be different.

Posted: November 21, 2009 in minstrelsies, paulo coelho, random rambles, simple stuffs

It was time of the year again.

The boy has the dream.

His treasure was at the base of the pyramid.

 

The boy shall go in pursuit of his dreams.

And the girl shall wait.

 

She is the woman of the desert.

The women of the desert shall always wait for their men.

The strong women of the desert.

Their men are to wander as free as the winds that shape the dunes.

 

The dunes are altered by the wind, but the desert never change.

But sometimes, desert takes the men away, they don’t always return.

 

So the girl may cry.

She is the woman of the desert.

But above all, she is a woman.

Her treasure is him.

 

Iliana. 0020.

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