Lessons Are Not Given, They

The Art Of Living Is The Art Of Knowing How To Believe Lies.

When You Dream, You Are An Author, But You Do Not Know How It Will End.

You Need A Village, If Only For The Pleasure Of Leaving It. A Village Means That You Are Not Alone, Knowing That In The People, The Trees, The Earth, There Is Something That Belongs To You, Waiting For You When You Are Not There.

You Don't Remember Days, You Remember Moments.

It Is Not That Things Happen To Each Of Us According To His Fate, But That He Interprets What Has Happened, If He Has Power To Do So, According To His Sense Of His Own Destiny .