By the River Piedra I sat down and wept.
There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of the river-
leaves,insects, the feathers of birds-
is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed.
If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current,
then my pain and longing would be over,
and I could finally forget.
All love stories are the same..
Love perseveres
Its men who change.
-excerpt from "By the River Piedra I sat down and wept.
A novel by Paolo Coelho
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