Paolo Coelho

In this world there is always

One person waiting for another,

Be it in the middle of a desert,

Or in the middle of a big city.

And when those two people pass each other

And their eyes meet,

Past and future lose all importance,

And the only thing that exists

Is that moment and the incredible certainty

That everything under the sun

Was written by the same Hand,

The Hand that awakens Love,

And that makes a twin soul for everyone who works,

Rests and seeks treasures under the sun.

Without this our human dreams

Would make no sense.

 

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Paolo Coelho