Writings and thoughts from heart to heart and from soul to soul... written with stories, experiences and anecdotes...
Love has letters and words that are drawn over the lines...like paintings
Sorry, my love.. a revelation that takes us from earth to sky.. from sea to flower garden.. from meeting to separation.. from love to betrayals.. so that we can live the sweetest stories in once upon a time..
In his book “Mirrors,” Eduardo Galeano retells the history of human civilization in his own way, condensing what he finds exciting, funny, and worthy of attention through brief, precise passages that give the reader the opportunity to connect with the events and facts he reads, as if history were resurrected before him. The author adopts a cornological path in narrating a history based on bitter paradoxes, and stops at cities, personalities, events, and inventions that constituted milestones in human history. This is how we see him moving lightly between various topics; Such as female circumcision, silkworms, beer, Santa Claus, tango, the torture instruments of the Inquisition. But through the illusion of dispersion, he somehow makes history more logical and full of bitter irony. With extreme selectivity and absolute freedom, Galeano, with his extensive knowledge, chooses the points that stand out to him that seemed to him pivotal in the path of humanity, specifically the forgotten events or people that the dominant narrative of history ignored and wanted to erase from collective memory, as if he was saying to the world: “See your true face reflected in... Mirror".
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The book carries a sublime message that a young woman wanted to convey, despite her young age. However, life has taught her enough lessons to make her decades ahead of those of her age. The book is a bridge between the writer’s heart and the hearts of the people, so that she can express through it the “lesson” that makes us obsolete about the existence of a person. He guides us to it, and it is enough for us that words are able to console us and paint a picture of happiness in our hearts.
My dreams are forgotten:
Scattered thoughts running through my mind, touching what's inside me,
I narrate it for you and for him, write it in simple words so that it reaches your heart, in a sunset hour when feelings are silent...
“My Forgotten Dreams” began at the age of fifteen. The little girl began to express her feelings and dreams in letters until she matured and changed into a dream, and her literary texts began to touch human concerns.
Al-Dafina talks about human topics such as love, hope, betrayal, alienation, and neglect. For the sake of this dreamy girl and this mature woman, I present to you a summary of my feelings and dreams.
The chain of expression formation takes shape in the writer’s imagination, and emerges in the form of an interconnected fabric.
It reveals to us the ability of its writer to express...and expression is an art that only those who are able to convey to us what he expressed are good at.
The image (a snapshot) was not made fleeting by the camera... because it stopped its movement to preserve it in all its beauty and splendor...
Therefore, the image was a tool of expression other than the word... and between the word and the image (a snapshot) that the photographer took
With his artistic sense, he conveys it from his angle through his lens...and the writer documents it to convey its image in his letters...
There are many pictures that we have memorized from the angle of their photographer.. and many are the sentences whose reality we imagine
From the writer's letters... and between the word and the image was the soul of this book... which breathes through the lungs of the word and the image
In order for the spirit of expression to remain alive, stop at beauty and inhale its fragrance through its expression..
