All Haters Are Losers, Even When They

Everyone Knows How To Love Because We Are All Born With That Gift.

When I Was 40, I Wrote My First Book, The Pilgrimage, And I Said To Myself, "why Did It Take So Long For Me To Write This Book?" Because My Dream, Since I Was 10 Years Old, Was To Be A Writer. I Said, I Have To Revisit My Life Using A Metaphor, And The Metaphor Was Basically This Boy That Has A Dream And Has To Go Far Away To Realize That His Dream Is Close To Him.

I Receive Your Love And I Give You Mine. Not The Love Of A Man For A Woman, Not The Love Of A Father For A Child, Not The Love Of God For His Creatures, But A Love With No Name And No Explanation, Like A River That Cannot Explain Why It Follows A Particular Course, But Simply Flows Onwards. A Love That Asks For Nothing And Gives Nothing In Return; It Is Simply There. I Will Never Be Yours And You Will Never Be Mine; Nevertheless, I Can Honestly Say: I Love You

I Need To Write About Love. I Need To Think And Think And Write About Love-otherwise, My Soul Won’t Survive.

This Was Freedom; To Feel What The Heart Desired With No Thought To The Opinion Of The Rest... She Was Free, For Love Liberates.