The sun is rising ahead of me; it dazzles me slightly. I can only see Marie’s silhouette and the shapes of the buildings and the trees. The sheet of ice keeps shifting, water spills over onto the surface, but I know- with absolute certainty- that I will reach the edge.

I am in communion with the day, with my choices. I know the limits of the frozen water; I know how to deal with it, how to ask for its help, to keep me from falling. I begin to enter a kind of trance, a euphoric state; I am a child again, doing something that is wrong, forbidden, but which gives me enormous pleasure.

Wonderful! Crazy pacts with god, along the lines of “if I manage to do this, then so and so will happen”, signs provoked not by anything that comes from outside but by instinct, by my capacity to forget the old rules and create new situations.

i got kinda freaked/excited when i read this from the book.
i thought i was the only one who did that
the "crazy pacts with god" thing.

i do it always, in my head.
who else?
wow.

i know, my blog has suddenly turned into paulo coelho mania planet or something
dont mind me.
anyway, im on to my 6th paulo coelho book
soon, ill stop rambling on and on about him.
i promise.

=)

Wishlist
YSL Elle.
Pink Sony t700.
Snuff by Chuck.
Holidaaay.
One Tree Hill DVDs