Time after time during the next six months, he would put me together again.

The person you call your enemy may be the closest friend you have around

I lay my body down in another city, another hotel room. Once Louis Armstrong and his band stayed here. Later the hotel fell to trash. New money resurrected it. Under the red moon of justice, I dream with the king of jazz.

You never know what kind of pain someone has been through and how it might have changed their life and the way they are, so don't judge then by their actions but by their heart

Written By Paulo Coelho

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