I swear, I intended this post and the previous one as a diptych. Simply put, this weekend I finally bought a book courting since its release and I never had the courage to buy.
Why?
Because I knew that I would have moved. So as I recently saw Pan's Labyrinth and I nearly came to an asthma attack tears (that I booked at the library The Devil's Backbone, the same director and similar environments, and am thinking of not watching at all).
Here, "My mom is in America" \u200b\u200bmakes you not asthma. Worse, you put him with a sweet melancholy, while a fucking fear.
Not so much the fear of dying, that is for me like any other mortal average healthy and exposed to the general risks of our society.
much for something that tells the protagonist: "The memories of her mother ran away."
He has 6 years old, her mother is dead when both he and his brother were small (but they do not know, believe to be traveling) and they do not remember it. It is the thing I find most cruel.
not want to tell too much of this book, which deserves to be read. Simply stress that even if there is a dead mother in the background, smiles a lot: the world of children is told in a sincere manner and without embellishment, in all its aspects.
And that's why last night, hugging Luke, I said something bad were to happen ever invented that are on tour with Bregovic .
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