Lately I have been given for reading, read a lot. Since I left University I have read more than when I was studying [I refer to texts outside the school] , which I'm glad I overcame it and the 1.3 books read by the average Mexican.
My fascination with reading is obviously derived from my mother, passionate reader I read in my early childhood, from the stories of the books, the tales of the Cri-Cri LP of Reader's Digest to Octavio Paz's novels and stories through comic books of his own.
This led to the act of passing primary, secondary and high school in constant reading competitions, poetry, oratory contests and even story. I allowed myself to have a capacity of expression [now trite and nothing polished] to talk about anything with anyone.
Returning to my taste for reading, do not remember anything that captivated me as much as "Extraordinary Stories" by Edgar Allan Poe , "Tales" Horacio Quiroga and "The Road of Death" Selma Laggerlöff or more recently "A Cry for Love from the Center of the World" Katayama , but if I could sum up stages of my life with a book could say "Cien Years of Solitude " was 4 years of University and " Pixie 3 " the months of erratic post-college life.
García Márquez in this case [who compares Batman to make an analogy of him and Vargas Llosa] has taught me that there is no need knowing the complete dictionary to express the feelings that reminds me of a phrase that fits perfectly with Gabo:
"A mind is that high able to express complex ideas in simple words"
References to García Márquez and motum of this post are derived from I'm reading his latest book:
Fellowship, gratitude, friendship, criticism, dreams, hopes and longings expressed in words as simple as captivating with the seal of approval from Gibson's Cave.
Note: Recommended broadly speaking for Alvaro Mutis.
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