"where do you come from?"
Asked the weaver
"why ?" I asked
"never answer a question with a question o friend in the veil of a stranger", said the weaver
"I come from the land of gods"- I said
The weaver laughed
"you and I come from the same place then, I wonder how we have never met, you and I have walked the same streets, drank from the same springs, almost came across and always missed and maybe there is as much god in me"- said the weaver with a smile on his face
You wound lies in your spool my friend, for I had lied- I said
The weaver smiled
"shameless" I said
You get lies when you lie- said the weaver and walked away