49.1

chott el jerid, tunisia, west sahara
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" If for an instant God were to forget that I am rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life, possibly I wouldn't say all that I think,
but rather I would think of all that I say. I would value things,
not for their worth but for what they mean. I would sleep little, dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.
My God, if I had a piece of life...
I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling the people I love that I love them. I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love.
I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old,
not knowing that they grow old when they cease to love!
To a child I shall give wings,
but I shall let him learn to fly on his own. I would teach the old that death does not come with old age,
but with forgetting. I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain, without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled. "
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from the fareweel letter of Gabriel G. Marquez