books

I like to read, I like to get lost in the maze of words. The dim light of forfeit thoughts give birth to my life day by day. Sometimes we loose the life inside, sometimes we forget about it. Kids, they don't. They live so wittingly every moment, they exude confidence about this pulse, which is blurred for us. We barely remember those colors, seen realistically, the smooth surface of the ice, the relaxing hot of the sun, the deep breath. Books are able to banish the veil before me. They make me feel the throb inside, the love, the hate. They make me cry, laugh, weep, thrill ... everything what takes to call it life.