"Here" was created on this blog, to write from "my" place, events in the city in the country I am, again, the series of events in Venezuela, gave a twist to it and today, really believe me, I'm terribly sorry, it has become a dumping ground for my constant pain.
In Caracas, the capital our of ineffable beauty, libraries, those of the talking, the meeting point, the find the book you want, it is true that there was abundant, perhaps because readers are not a very large group. But what delight to walk the aisles of shelves with that smell so nice paper, the link established with the bookseller, who always ends up being like a family member may not attend the birthday of our children or of which we hardly know where you live, but with whom we talked long hours and ended up passions confessions and trade and fortunate to live esperanzas.Tuve these relationships when I lived in Caracas and were of the most pleasant in there.
In less than a year, we have witnessed the closure of three libraries of these three temples of knowledge of knowledge, sacred spaces where they sheltered the purest of human expression, the letters. Artesarita
followers, who live in the country, will surely be puzzled, for we who live here, his death was warned, the state began to hamper the application of dollars for the purchase of books, then joined this item to the category of "superfluous goods" and thus falling bookstore owners were defeated in this unequal battle that is really a slaughter knowledge, closure of borders to the discovery of other worlds, other lives.
Since moving to San Felipe, visited Caracas sense but would lose one of these libraries, sometimes I could buy some, or at least one, back then supplied with lyrics, a sort of spell to the inevitable boredom that sometimes we invade in these cities, with a deficiency in uplifting the spirit and shows lack of these libraries.
An ad in the newspaper and then the heartfelt story of a talented writer and friend on Facebook, Luis Alejandro Contreras, I confirmed the closure of Reading, the library of Walter, the obligatory stop in Chacaíto, the the book and finding the Treasure Book, another temple fell soon after and now, by the same writer, in another note hurt, I learn that studies on the Castellana, which housed me after leaving a concert, gently pushing me to a park bench to read pages before coming to my house and closed its doors.
is certain that an orchestrated campaign against the knowledge has been unleashed on this town should be very easy to master for those who only know the realities of speaking the official, who can not travel even through letras.De yet another aggression against minorities, a boundless hatred for those who want to know, learn, live from the wonderful land the books have drawn a goal, like all in the dark. Here
as a challenge to intelligence, because we add to our daily struggle, the struggle to not fall into the shifting mud of ignorance.
From "Here, I appeal to people living in countries with better treatment of its citizens and ask them, like when you've experienced a natural disaster, help, send titles, essays, poems, discuss their books, his friends, need your help, we will not abandon this cold and loneliness of not knowing.
I embrace and love them, great, great.
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