Part2 Chapter 1"I need to sell some wool," the boy told the merchant.The shop was busy, and the man asked the shepherd to wait until the afternoon. So the boy sat on the steps of the shop and took a book from his bag."I didn't know shepherds knew how to read," said a girl's voice behind him.The girl was typical of the region of Andalusia, with flowing black hair, and eyes that vaguely recalled the Moorish conquerors."Well, usually I learn more from my sheep than from books," he answered. During the two hours that they talked, she told him she was the merchant's daughter, and spoke of life in the village, where each day was like all the others. The shepherd told her of the Andalusian countryside, and related the news from the other towns where he had stopped. It was a pleasant change from talking to his sheep."How did you learn to read?" the girl asked at one point."Like everybody learns," he said. "In school.""Well, if you know how to read, why are you just a shepherd?"The boy mumbled an answer that allowed him to avoid responding to her question. He was sure the girl would never understand. He went on telling stories about his travels, and her bright, Moorish eyes went wide with fear and surprise. As the time passed, the boy found himself wishing that the day would never end, that her father would stay busy and keep him waiting for three days. He recognized that he was feeling something he had never experienced before: the desire to live in one place forever. With the girl with the raven hair, his days would never be the same again.But finally the merchant appeared, and asked the boy to shear four sheep. He paid for the wool and asked the shepherd to come back the following year.
And I'm sure you can remember my idea about Love as an inclusive reflection of a heart. Can't you ?
And based on this idea there is only one heart which you can see all reflections on .So we can't talk about second one. Thinking about second one means the first one had not been a real love .
And I'm sure you can remember my idea about Love as an inclusive reflection of a heart.
I've almost forgotten about it. Sorry, but would you discuss it a bit with me again?
I love to hear "ideals" from you, my friend. What I remember is about our discussion about a certain flower (lotus or lily or something like that) and about his friend. You said this friend of his is his heart's reflection. This is what I remember.
About my previous question, I referred to the kind of love that is something romantic in nature. Couldn't we love for the second time? Do you mean if we love the second time, the first one, wouldn't count as real one. We could only love for real only once in our lifetime? (I mean here the love bet. men and women).
before i leave a comment on the story,I would like to express my feeling about ur discussion with Ensie.as u said there r some kinds of love in the real world & worth of them r compeletly different with each other.but the point is that every of them is a necessity to reach a higher level.caz we're human being & there's no way out but to experience it.but it's important we pass them correctly.little by little we underestand which one is real.of course if we want to underestand it !
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Hi dear darius. your writting was very good and enjoyable
But i think we should find a queen for you to get married with her..
I like your writting.your dream. you give passive energy to groups
tanks dear. akbar
A QUEEN!
What a nice idea!
If you could, Please find her!
A queen and 44...!!!
Passive ????????
I'm so sorry If I've done it ! I will try to be active more
Hi Darius,
Love for the first time is really sweet.
But some say, " Love is sweeter the second time around"
What do you think of it?
Thanks,
mayumee
P.S.
I'm so glad that I can hear also the story. You are doing a very great job, Darius!
Thank you so much.
Love is love
And I'm sure you can remember my idea about Love as an inclusive reflection of a heart. Can't you ?
And based on this idea there is only one heart which you can see all reflections on .So we can't talk about second one. Thinking about second one means the first one had not been a real love .
Dearest Darius,
And I'm sure you can remember my idea about Love as an inclusive reflection of a heart.
I've almost forgotten about it. Sorry, but would you discuss it a bit with me again?
I love to hear "ideals" from you, my friend. What I remember is about our discussion about a certain flower (lotus or lily or something like that) and about his friend. You said this friend of his is his heart's reflection. This is what I remember.
About my previous question, I referred to the kind of love that is something romantic in nature. Couldn't we love for the second time? Do you mean if we love the second time, the first one, wouldn't count as real one. We could only love for real only once in our lifetime? (I mean here the love bet. men and women).
Thanks for raising a nice topic,
Have a great day ahead,
mayumee
What a nice discussion!!
We also like to hear about it.
Dear Mayumi
I put a new discussion entitled " A simple question " and I'm waiting for ideas there and I will remind our old discussion after that .
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