A KEY TO EMOTIONS

By Ángela López I remember how books and I fell in love in that humble library; I, longing to feel that immortal beauty between my hands; they, waiting to be undressed by my dreamy eyes. That time when my candorous imagination was seduced by the irresistible letters, and so, from "A" to "Z", reading intoxicated me eternally with its sweet love. Yes!... How not to hypnotize me listening to the great Dostoyevsky philosophizing about society and its behavior? Or how to prevent Horace from tattooing his Carpe Diem on my heart? Not to mention Neruda, have I ever seen anyone else write the saddest verses that night? Although the one who always accompanied me in my stormy thoughts was sweet Jane Austen, who else but her could teach me to vanish pride and prejudice through love? Oh...how captivating the letters are, either to read them or to caress their forms! However, time forgot the old literary meeting table, and brought with it a device small enough to fit in my insep...

Since I was a child I have felt a great fascination for the literary world, I remember my first book, none other than The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain, and very quickly I traveled through countless stories where the letters came to life under different faces. Thanks to the power of written words I enjoyed the imagination of Miguel de Cervantes, Victor Hugo or Robert Louis Stevenson.  I was also surprised by the fact that these works managed to break the barriers of time, culture and distance to reach the heart of a little Colombian girl who took refuge in libraries to dream with her eyes wide open.  All these authors that I have had the privilege of reading have one thing in common: They trusted what they wrote .  Then, a question comes to my mind, how much do we believe in our abilities? For example, if you think you make delicious desserts, have you allowed others to enjoy your sweet creations? Or have you simply not done so because you are afraid ...