A sentiment formed over the years out of disappointment
Grew in me against God, a grudge I left Him to judge
My grudge grew because of health and money, because of fame
Health, money, or fame that was my claim
"God!" said I, "Lord!"

Time exists, and within time, life exists, and then we exist
And within these stages through the ages, strife strikes life
With the past, present, and future of which no one is sure
Despite this, the world spins and swirls and continues to whirl
And so, the average people live locked in a cage as they age
And no one can stop the reel. No one can break the seal

Don’t ever be lazy not to go the extra mile to find the name of the person you are writing to, whatever you are writing, in formal writing, be it a proposal, a pitch letter, a letter to a politician, etc.

It’s not enough for you to write, Dear C.E.O., Dear General Manager, Dear Author, or, even worse, “To whomever it may concern.”

You must build a connection in the first line of your document. Remember this: a person’s name written in the right place might be the key to opening that coveted proverbial door.

Time played tricks on my body
My face turned into a mask
Years passed and pushed my face
Into the depth of an abyss
And it fell and fell, and fell
It went through the test of time
I looked at myself in a mirror but not to look
At the face that I remembered
No. Not the face I remembered

So, my friends, I'm looking for my Bill Clinton. Here is the explanation: While on my quest to promote my book, "Capricious River⸺, which is an exciting journey where magical and real events entwine around the endangered vegetation of the Amazon rainforest⸺, I stumbled upon a story told by Paulo Coelho, the author of "The Alchemist." You must know the book for sure. It has sold millions of copies and has been translated into more than fifty languages. Not bad. It is a dream achievement for most of us who struggle to make our book known to most.

We march on the path of wrath
To feel the peace
We walk on the path of salt
To taste the honey
We march on the path of thorns
To smell the flowers

I'm a writer, which doesn't mean I'm a book marketer. I want people to read my books, yet, like every indie author, I have no backup or help to promote my books. I just published a LinkedIn post about selling my books on the sideway of a busy street.

What is passion?
Passion pushes me to write, which is what I'm doing now.
Passion is an innate force.
You cannot create it.
Passion is neither luxury nor necessity. It's within you, like your heart, brain, and lungs. It's like God within you, or a demon, at times.

Living from wish to wish, I’ve lived my life
Leaving me broken-hearted
Think of it, you, my elusive lover, you
Think of me living broken-hearted
Crying in the rain

1.- I am the way I am. (Each person is the way they are).
Accepting my neighbour as is, reflects the ideal society. We have been on the earth for thousands of years, and we still haven't learned to live in peace and harmony with each other. We must remember: "Love thy neighbour as thyself."

Have you seen the movie The Tourist, with Angelina Jolie and Johnny Depp? It all happened in Venice, Italy—the movie where Angelina plays the girl lover of a guy who stole money from a gangster.

One day, among the many I have lived and those yet to live
I woke up without God, hopes, sorrows, or regrets, one day
That day, I was born
Naked, I faced the world, in soul and mind, naked.

Some people we call friends are like Christmas trees: glowing and shining but with no roots or future. But we are innocent enough and keep watering them.

The viciousness of wars becomes evident when civilians become commodities and casualties, statistics.

I know many people ask for world peace, and that’s great. Others ask for goodwill among others all over the world. In a more personal sphere, people will ask for love, health, money, food on the table, to become debt-free, to be safe, to find work, and access to more opportunities to grow.

Hello, my dear colleague writers.

So, is it truth or imagination that moves you?

I faced this disjunctive when writing "The Shoplifter." Max, the main character, is forced to confront truth and imagination at some point in his life throughout the novel. Fiction writers deal with this conflict all the time.

But his dichotomy is also present in real life. Ah! We all, ordinary people throughout the times and cultures worldwide, have dealt, at least once, with either truth or imagination.

There are four kinds of writers: Good, Average, Inspired, and Bad.
Stories written by Good Writers come from within themselves. These stories hatch in their minds and evolve in their hearts, although, like rare pearls, they take time to cultivate. Like oysters create pearls by exuding mother-of-pearl layers to cover a grain of sand that has entered their bodies, Good Writers cover their vision with a patina of excellent description and grammar, thus producing a shining, well-rounded story.

Your Shadows Gone
Come Out to The Light
Shine!
You! The Suffering You!
Don’t Fear the Word
Your Chains Broken
Shine!

With so many millions of books published yearly, the search for the ideal title can be winding, narrow, exhausting, and stressful.
Been there, done that.
I learned a few lessons.
One is that, usually, the book title comes from what the book is about. True, but not always. Sometimes, the title has nothing to do with the story. "The Postman Always Rings Twice" is a good example.
Suppose your book is about one character, like Tom Sawyer, Barry Lyndon, Anna Karenina, Lolita, David Copperfield, or Tarzan. If this is your case, titling your book with your main character's name would be fine. The title, as the character's name, may become unforgettable. Cross your fingers.

To read a book is a right, not a privilege.

And so, what do you do with the books you don't want anymore?

If you have books you no longer read, the correct thing to do would be to leave the book in a visible place so others can see it and perhaps grab it and read it. Passers-by will peruse it, take it, or leave it there for the next person until that book finds a home.

You may know what to do, but let me remind you about other ideas.