Hello teacher ,
Why did I call you teacher? Not because you taught me at school some desultory things that proved to be futile ... but because you are teaching me living . To live isn't just to breath , it's also to love when breathing ... I started with the alchemist when I was 15 years old , and after one year(now I am 16 years old) , I finished 13 books of yours and actually I am reading The Zahir . I had never squandered any thing you had told us in your books .I peruse every book searching a new purpose to live ... and the most important thing I carry in my heart with the uttermost care is that : the journey is more important than the destination .
Aleph had had a life effect on me ... (sink in the wanderlust of your past) ... and so Manuscript in Accra ,where you gave love a tongue to seduce , eyes to seek it victims and hands to embrace them...
And I can see a relation between all your stories is like your books related to us millions of lifes in one Life . God gave you a gift , an exquisite talent , thank you for sharing it with us! Hope I'll be as clever as my teacher .
I know i'll never realise my dream meeting you ... but can we live without dreaming?
I love you like a river !