More fool he to let himself become an addict to anything, even to living.

If looks could correct
What you took from me
I would change in a second
The secrets you hide
Oh to not love me
And be about some people
Who don't even love you
But you for them what
So I am sitting in that car again baby
Oh no you didn't

there till we reached Liverpool—I never saw him.  His mother, after a little, at his request, left him alone. 

Living as human being and as a divinity. moving from tension into relaxation, from relaxation into trance, from trance into a more intense contact with other people. from that contact back into tension and so on, Like The Serpent swallowing its own tail.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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