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In the instant you enter my house, a big surprise you see. No matter what no matter when, I know a special place where my father and I can me happy man.
My father, my beloved father, has always loved books. My dad’s library is what he loves the most, after his family of course.
Novels, stories, fables, magazines. Whatever you imagine, you can find it in the library. Present publications, or 1920’s books, they are in it. It is like a time machine, all you have to do is sit and read.
Since he was fourteen, just a dreamer human being, he began to buy all the books he liked. Every time he got money from his work, to the book store he walked. Sometimes no money to eat he had, but a good reading always filed that need.
My father’s books always went wherever he went. Making company like an Ent, they were old wise, just like guides, silent guides.
Verne, Salgari, Shakespeare, Saavedra. All of them like warriors were together, this is the first thing of my childhood I remember.
When I was a Kid, my father and I played cowboys & Indias like billy the kid. While other children of my age were playing Nintendo, I was talking with my father about Nemo.
A big, brown, majestic bookshelf is always in my house; maybe it is older than me. Through the time, impassive, it is always there,
My father used to tell me stories, all kind of them; historical, educational and fairies tales.
He always made me want to read, and sometimes some books he borrowed me; even If I shattered them, he always forgave me. “Do not worry” he said. “I would burn them, as long as you learn something” Then he both laughed.
Big, small, all kind of sizes there are in my father’s books. Green, Black, white, of all colors of hard back there are. Images, paintings, photos, I just love them.
They are my father’s treasure; he portrayed his life in them. I hope someday I will have it, and I am sure that whenever I read them, I’ll just look up and see my father, telling me a new story.
When I am a father in the future, the same library in my house will be. My children and I happy are going to be. I’ll just see them, reading the same books my father did, and I’ll smile.