Paper and ink

How many times we were forced to read and study them at the school. To some people it was a torture, to others not at all, however the fact that someone obliged us what to read, made us not to appreciate the treasures made of paper and ink that came to our hands.

Even though, at the moment we can choose them and we can select what do we want to read, this activity becomes in something so necessary that we incorporate it to our lives without any effort.

With books we laugh, we cry, we identify ourselves, sometimes we fall asleep and other times they steal our sleep.

A book is much more than the summary of a story that someone writes and shares with the world, as the same story can be understood in many different ways by the infinite readers who read it and also, the same story read by the same person in different moments of his life can have a totally different meaning.

It is a way of breaking out with reality to travel to imaginary places at the same time we experiment fictitious situations as if they were really happening. It is also a way to forget for a moment about our worries because of being totally immersed in the life of others.

A book is a fellow traveller, a good counselor and a source of inspiration. It is to find our story printed on paper. It is the written representation of the words we need someone tells us. It is to dedícate time to yourself. It is to discover, to know and to learn.

It is a present that not everybody can afford and not everyone who can afford it knows to value it.