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Day 04: Your favorite book


     "Favorito" sigue siendo una extraña palabra.... tanto que ya casi ni sé bien por qué sigo jugando a este "meme" a favorite ... may play, just play ...

I was seven and my parents raised me like a princess, not as a maid, not wrist, but as a princess within the meaning of the tales a, in the sense of understanding of the kingdom, the world's understanding of the nobility of spirit and ability to lead, I looked like the heir to a lineage of warriors ... I talked about walking in the mountains, breathing the air filled with hope, I told stories between the evening meal and toast colored pebbles were under water shed ... One afternoon I played with sticks, that evening it rained in the mountains sureñay I was in a tree cap, which protected me from wind and water ... that afternoon I suddenly scared to death of a larch bleeding ... said he was already dead for centuries, but I saw the rain of red dye suffering ... Walking in and asking bluntly, his voice and the hand of my father ... beginning to understand ... I was

14 and literature professor spoke in a language that I was close, I felt that I had experienced so many things in this strange space generated by reading a book ... also felt that I could call it LIVE and not suspended, to experience ... always fascinated me with the fury and creations, with dance, poetry ... was 14 and the teacher list names of alleged genius of the pen names of those who once began to understand ... and I kept those names in my memory is so confused, to find them, to see if I had to see if my few notes for the blog belonging to a space without time .....

He repeatedly called him crazy, ill believe it then genius ... then thought he had betrayed his link with humanity ... he had traveled from distant lands boy and always seemed to me that beauty and spirit had everything I had learned ...

I was 15 and he was already dead,

I wanted to continue reading my story and he was telling ancient stories

I wanted my three certainties and he wrote his in that book I was holding

his name was Hermann Hesse and that book was "Siddhartha"