Between a soul that rebelled against its body, tearing off the cloak of submission and surrender, and soaring through its spaces brimming with eternal secrets to feed on the light, and a self that succumbed to the allure of clay and the whims of dust, the words of this book were written. At first glance, they may appear to be tales and images of fleeting experiences and spontaneous moments, but they are not. They are either drops of bleeding memory and some wishes and hopes waiting, broken, at the threshold of just fate, or hopes and pains that strayed from the hidden, violating the concealed-and how often they do! My dear reader, you are free to soar as you wish, or to yield to the whispers of your own soul if you so desire. In either case, you will see yourself here or there, and you will experience the inevitable contradiction. The Author