My love the books
I have had many loves, loves and passions that make the soul happy and sad; and all of them are reserved in my heart. Loves of all kinds but today I need to talk about books. My great friends in the darkest days of my early youth when around the age of 13 my mother passed away and since then I swore an oath to myself that has been with me ever since. They were the ones who gave me comfort and helped me to continue fulfilling that oath, they were my great friends: The Books. Of course without forgetting my family and friends. But those who were with me in my home’s solitude, day by day, were my best friends, my greatest idealizers of the goodness and purity of the human spirit. That is why when talking about books, we come to think that they are a cryptic element destined for elevated minds and that is fiction, only with books and some imagination can you create unimaginable worlds in the pathetic reality that overwhelms us. In my case, the books projected what my soul felt and sometimes, those projections are only in that..., you have to be careful of these projections and dose that belief, sooner or later it explodes in our faces, but that is an object from another story that I will describe in due course. Books 📚 💕 👀 gave me the peace that I couldn’t find in the comforting words that many friends told me at that fateful moment. It was them, the books 📚, who taught me to love from passion, that is how I was inspired to become a book collector, I still remember how I spent a lot of money buying all kinds of books, both in bookstores and in stalls. books used in the streets of my beloved Guayaquil. It was among the memories of Jesus Christ, Carlos Cuatémoc, Paulo Cohelo, Anthony De Mello, Ernesto Sábato, José Saramago, Jorge Luis Borges, Mario Benedetti, Julio Cortázar, Pedro Calderón de la Barca, Voltaire, Kant, Schopenhauer, Cervantes, Mario Vargas Llosa , Gabriel García Márquez, Adam Smith, Ludwig Von Mises, Fredrick Hayek, James Buchanan, Carlos Marx, Hans Hermann Hoppe, among many more as I built my ideas and what I believe in. For this reason and many others, I honor knowledge by dedicating this publication, books unraveled me, books made me fall in love and books healed me and will continue to do so as many times as necessary to continue living the wonderful adventure of living, because the future It has not arrived, and the past is gone, the only thing that remains is to embrace the present and defend it with that inexhaustible force that the bustle of the years has been building inside of me. Just of me. No one else’s. That strength 💪 that has healed me from so much pain and that will once again heal me from this new event.
