161...

I have been challenged to pick up the nearest book, and rewrite the fifth sentence on page 161.

So here it is:

"...Estava a observá-la desde que entrara,vestia de branco e os seus desordenados cabelos castanhos brilhavam com a luz do Sol."

This sentence is taken from a lovely book written by Ángela Becerra, a Colombian author, in the book Amores Negados (De Los Amores Negados).

I finished reading it yesterday night, and it is about a most beautiful love story in which time seems to follow the inner search of the couple. There a magic sensuality in the words. It is full of life, idealisms, possible and impossible dreams, hapiness and loneliness, until they find themselves...

I do not dare anyone in particular to repeat this. I do dare those who love reading, to read even more.