Creer a ciegas lo que dicen los padres es una cuestión de supervivencia para cualquier niño, y en eso caben los asuntos de la vida práctica como también las creencias religiosas. No creen en fantasmas o en personas poseídas por el demonio quienes los han visto, sino aquellos a quienes se lo hicieron sentir y ver ( aunque no los vieran) desde niños.
pickâââââ Iniciei a leitura deste livro com a sensação de que estava a entrar na casa acolhedora de alguém que não conheço, mas que tenho muita vontade de conhecer. Quase consegui visualizar uma porta mágica a abrir-se e uma mão a convidar-me a entrar… Tudo isto devido à escrita do autor, que me proporcionou um inÃcio de leitura totalmente viciante.!
pickEveryone raves about this book. Amazingly of the 4 of his I have read, it's the one I've liked the least. It might have to do with the subject matter: the tragic and untimely death of Abad's almost superhumanly good dad, reminded me too much of my own family history. Anyway his prose still rocks
"...I understood that the only revenge, the only memory, and also the only possibility of forgiving and forgetting, consisted of telling what happened, and nothing more."
This is the guy. My latest literaty crush. Major major crush. His talent with words is mind blowing. This is the 4th of his books I've read in months. And one of the few you can find in english: "Oblivion". It is a memoir actually, about the assasination of his father in war-torn Colombia.
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