the White Santorini
Life is like an island lost in the ocean of solitude,
an island where the rocks are our hopes and the trees our dreams,
where flowers are our solitude and the streams our aspirations.
Your life is an island separate from all the other islands and regions.
However many vessels leave your shore for other countries,
however many fleets sail to your ports,
you will always be a separate island,
suffering pangs of solitude and aspiring to happiness.
Gibran Khalil Gibran