Mar. — Night arrives to confirm that the daytime work has ended. Hours of constant struggle add to the agenda of a life that, amid joys and troubles, clings to not letting die the story of the townspeople, ready to wake up with the spirit to pearl their brow with sweat and build castles of humanity.
On my bedside table, the book, guardian of my dreams, watcher of my silences, bridge to universes that await me when I close my eyes. In the midst of the darkness, its presence reminds me that the word never sleeps; that it is enough to open it for hope to awaken and imagination to conquer the early hours.
This March 31, when we celebrate in the largest of the Antilles the Cuban Book Day, it is worth applauding the writers, men and women of flesh and bone determined to win the hearts of eager readers with their magical tales.
(Photo taken from the Internet)
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