| Son, I tell fortunes and apply palmistry, but never before I read a palm like yours, Son, I tell fortunes and apply palmistry, but never met such sadness before, its your fortune to face love waves without sails, your life would remain forever a book of tears, its your fortune to be jailed between water and fire, son, despite of your books flames and sad history, despite of the sadness living inside your soul day and night, despite the whirlwind, the heavy rains and tornadoes, Love would remain your best destiny. |