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Artist: Juan Luis Guerra
Something good is coming to my life
I don't know what it is, don't know what is like
But I, I can feel it in my heart tonight
Something good is coming to my life
Something good is coming to my home
It's calling out my name and knocking on my door
and I perfumed my bed with myrrh and cinnamon
'cause
Something good is coming to my heart
Something good is coming to my home
But I've been waiting a long time
dreaming of your love
much better than wine
I've been waiting so long
I've been searching for your lips
whispering a kiss
shinning in your smile
I've been waiting so long
Something good it lighting up my soul
I don't know how it came
I don't know where it goes
But I, I can tell you is much better than gold
Something good it lighting up my soul
Something good it lighting up my soul
But I've been waiting a long time
dreaming of your love
much better than wine
I've been waiting so long
I've been searching for your lips
whispering a kiss
shinning in your smile
(I've been waiting)
Something good is coming to my life (something)
I don't know what it is, don't know what is like
But I, I can feel it in my heart tonight
I can feel it in my heart tonight
Something good is coming to my life
Something good is coming to my life
Something good is coming
Something good is coming
Something good is coming
Something good is coming, right away
Something good is coming
Something good is coming
Something good is coming
Something good is coming
Something good is coming, right away, right away
Something good is coming
Something good is coming
Something good is coming
Something good is coming
Something good is coming, right away
Something good is coming
Something good is coming
Something good is coming
Something good is coming
Standing above the little town of Tarifa is an old fort built by the Moors. I remember sitting here with my wife, Christina, in 1982, and for the first time looking at a continent from across a narrow stretch of water: Africa. At that time I could not dream that such a lazy moment in the late afternoon would inspire a scene in my best-known book, “The Alchemist”. Nor could I have dreamed that the story that follows, heard in the car, would serve as an excellent example for all of us who are searching for some balance between discipline and compassion.
A merchant sent his son to learn the Secret of Happiness from the wisest of men. The young man wandered through the desert for forty days until he reached a beautiful castle at the top of a mountain. There lived the sage that the young man was looking for.
However, instead of finding a holy man, our hero entered a room and saw a great deal of activity; merchants coming and going, people chatting in the corners, a small orchestra playing sweet melodies, and there was a table laden with the most delectable dishes of that part of the world.
The wise man talked to everybody, and the young man had to wait for two hours until it was time for his audience.
With considerable patience, he listened attentively to the reason for the boy’s visit, but told him that at that moment he did not have the time to explain to him the Secret of Happiness.
He suggested that the young man take a stroll around his palace and come back in two hours’ time.
“However, I want to ask you a favor,” he added, handing the boy a teaspoon, in which he poured two drops of oil. “While you walk, carry this spoon and don’t let the oil spill.”
The young man began to climb up and down the palace staircases, always keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. At the end of two hours he returned to the presence of the wise man.
“So,” asked the sage, “did you see the Persian tapestries hanging in my dining room? Did you see the garden that the Master of Gardeners took ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?”
Embarrassed, the young man confessed that he had seen nothing. His only concern was not to spill the drops of oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.
“So, go back and see the wonders of my world,” said the wise man. “You can’t trust a man if you don’t know his house.”
Now more at ease, the young man took the spoon and strolled again through the palace, this time paying attention to all the works of art that hung from the ceiling and walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around the palace, the delicacy of the flowers, the taste with which each work of art was placed in its niche. Returning to the sage, he reported in detail all that he had seen.
“But where are the two drops of oil that I entrusted to you?” asked the sage.
Looking down at the spoon, the young man realized that he had spilled the oil.
“Well, that is the only advice I have to give you,” said the sage of sages. “The Secret of Happiness lies in looking at all the wonders of the world and never forgetting the two drops of oil in the spoon.”
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