... A thousand and one nights ... a story with happy end ... Or idealism led to extreme? ... How many of us will remember the Seherezada and her Sahriar ?!?... Many? Few? Seherezada ... a beautiful and wise woman, forced to get married with Sahriar, a sultan whose life offers disappointments, frustration ... A marriage, a contract ... a story, a death ... A sunrise with the sword over his head, a miraculously vanished as a new beginning ... How many of us have understood that beyond the nights of stories about sheik, sultan, princess, the desert, about dreams, about courage and strength, about treason and hatred, about love and obsession, Seherezada it was a woman in love?? ... Another woman in love ... A thousand and one nights of maximum intensity ... I have never calculated how many years are ... And I will do not that!(My mind does not accept, another unit of measure for Seherezadei story!)And I will ask you to not do that! I will ask you to not do that! ... There is no need for mathematical calculation ... Because life is not an exact science (as say a good friend - me!)! It is clear that in life you must establish principles, is clear that we can't live in stories, it's clear that we need to do what is best for us, it's clear that we need logic and is clear that one and one make two ... But what do you do when one and one make one?? ... What you do when in a day see that your life is transformed?...When you ask if "lines" that you have drawn them in life, are the same with the palm of you?? Tell me, Seherezada he wanted to die?? She hoped that marriage would lead her to a certain death (it is knew the fact that Sultan had been forced to marry her and promised he would cut her head) ?!? No!...But she was not afraid. During the first night ... started a story. In daylight, stopped in the climax. The next night, too...a thousand and one nights she did the same!In the dawn of the day which should have been last, she knew: she will not die ...and she knew that her stories were not in vain: in the soul, full of bitterness, of the Sultan, was peace at the end!
...She had hope in heart, thinking of a winner ... she wanted ... she fought...
...No one says that life is a continuing story, but strange, really is ... Every woman is a Seherezada and every man is a Sahriar ...