In adolescence she thought it was too early to choose, now in youth she was convinced it was too late to change.

In a forest of a hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike. And no two journeys along the same path are alike.

From that day on, it was the desert that would be important. She would look to it everyday, and would try to guess which star the boy was following in search of his treasure. She would have to send her kisses on the wind hoping that the wind would touch the boy's face, and would tell him that she was alive.

They are words that are easy enough to say and which fill vast empty spaces.

If a man we don't know phones us up one day and talks a little, makes no suggestions, says nothing special, but nevertheless pays us the kind of attention we rarely receive, we're quite capable of going to bed with him that night, feeling relatively in love. That's what we women are like, and there's nothing wrong with that - it's the nature of the female to open herself to love easily.

One can abandon one's personal legend for a time, as long as one does not forget about it entirely and returns to it as soon as possible.

This may sound a little bit idealistic, but when I go to my blog, my Facebook page, my Twitter account, I talk to different people from all over the world, and you see how it's easy to establish a dialogue.