Windows Vista C 80070436

Metro, 2005
Translator: Ana Belén Costas

Several months ago I was on your mind the pretentious notion that, with that to understand something more of books, I can not enjoy the typical characteristic book writer who is recommended in typical non-specialized library. I do not know whether to leave me a fool or an exception that proves the rule, which always is as timely, the case is one of those coincidences (1) life has led me to read for the second time penultimate book of Paulo Coelho and see what has moved me like the first time I read it, and that the end has been so disappointing to me like the first time, but now know that is my fault (you know, I am a rePetrograd) and some things that lead me to conclude that either I had bad luck with the reading I've done outside the university related to the agenda-pedantic, or I have some birds in the head and therefore have I go hunting before returning to make categorical statements. However, and this key again to tell you my life, I think it will be difficult for something is going to enthuse as much as noventayochistas. I hate phrases like this, but I guess c'est la vie, despite having no damn idea of French. I stopped
talk and write down some thoughts I had at the time contrasted with the second reading. Or something like that. While reading for the first time, the story mproperly? Yeah I'll gut, and pardon me, the first pages, which have nothing to do with what counts (growth, relate to the final) and more motivated when I read it, this time a year ago, and now "When you embark on your journey to Ithaca / should pray that road is long / (...) Thou shalt not expect Ithaka to make you rich: / Ithaca has given you and a beautiful trip."

(1) Reflecting on this , I just realized that all those who say they do not believe in coincidences-that both tacitly assert that these things happen for a reason and are put there by an invisible hand with a specific mission, are the first to claim to be owners unique to your life and do not believe in any kindof God. Let's see, souls of a pitcher, is not it a bit contradictory?