Paulo Coelho is my favourite author, his books are inspiring & impactful. "Eleven Minutes" is a good book that you cannot miss, recommend for those above 21 due to it's sexual contents. The first person who introduce me to this author is Mr P.B; a perfect man. The book entitled "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho was his first gift for me. I love reading books, really. Though it doesn't sound convincing..but i really do. I spent 2 days to finish up "Eleven Minutes" and here im typing the review of it.This true story is based on a Brazilian young girl, Maria whose first innocent brushes with love leave her heartbroken. At a tender age, she becomes convinced that she will never find true love, believing that love is a terrible thing that will make you suffer. A chance meeting in Rio takes her to Geneva, where she dream of finding fame and fortune. Instead she end up working as a prostitute.
In Geneva, Maria drifts further and further away from love as she develops a fascination with sex. Eventually, Maria's despairing view of love is put into test when she meet a handsome and famous painter; Ralf. In this odyssey of self-discovery, Maria has to choose pursuing a path of darkness, sexual pleasure of it's own sake, or risking everything to find her own "inner light" and the possibility of sacred sex, sex in the context of love.
I felt an unusual closeness with this story, it's seem to be speaking of my story..except that i do not have a profession as a legal prostitute and im not as lucky as Maria to have a cinema screen like happy endings. Making mistakes is just part of life and i do not think that the choice to be with you and the time that i spent with you is a mistake. I'd realise that sometimes you get no second chance and that it's best to accept the gifts the world offers you. No one owns anything, that everything is an illusion-and that applies to material and spiritual things. Anyone who has lost something they thought was their forever, finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them. And if nothing belongs to me, then there's no point wasting my time looking after things that aren't mine; it's best to live as if today were the first(or last) day of my life.
Im not a body with a soul, im a soul that has a visible part called body. And all souls need love to survive. I learnt that freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest is the person who loves most wholeheartedly. In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel. I t hurt when i lost the man that i fell in love with. Now though im convinced that No One Loses Anyone, Because No One Owns Anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.
The only regrets that i had, was not with you for the last night, to fly over to the airport and speak of the unspoken words. I do not know why im here talking about all these..i just hope that some passer-by angels will pass this eternal blessings to you cause i dont think you will ever read my blog. im not exaggerating, you are the perfect man. The perfect man who should and will be with the perfect woman. Now i can finally understand the true essence of "Not concern of been together for eternity, but content with the times that we once ever had". -what a bad translation! I will not exchange anything for the days that i spent with you. You are someone that i will and i cannot forget. This is your favourite song, sweet nuts. with your iphone. (:
"Here she was nothing, and being nothing meant that she could be everything she ever dreamed of"
-Paulo Coelho,Eleven Minutes.