Wednesday, June 25, 2008

I don't want to think about....

I don't want to think about the days when I will be old, the day when my parents will die or about other terrible things that may happen, but thinking about this I begin to see the present as a gift, life can be a nightmare or a sweet dream,

Books

The first book i read named "Repose" by Robert Schneider, was about a very talented musician, born in a poor family. At 7 years he fell from a rock, as a result his body developed different from other people, his eyes turned yellow. The other children were afraid of him, even his parents kept him away from the society because were ashamed of their child. Not only his eyes made him different but his voice too, depending on feelings and what he wanted to say his voice could be very pleasant or scaring, also he could imitate perfectly every voice of the people he knew.
Children of his age found out about him and used to go at the window of the room where he was kept, and scream, "yellow eyes!! yellow eyes!!" he opened the window and with his angry voice told them to go away from there, the children got scared and ran away . Once, one of this children didn't run, and they became friends
The book has a sad ending, he fells in love with the girl who is going to marry his best friend, even being at the moment when his talent was recognized by people who could make him very rich, he wasn't happy.
Was bothered by a question "How can you tell a woman that you will love her all your life, if half of it you sleep?", he decided not to sleep anymore, taking a lot of medicines that kept him awake he managed not to sleep for 2 weeks, but his body couldn't take this anymore, and he died.
The book ended with a scene which presents the girl he loved after 4 years from his death, she was walking on a road with her 3 children, one of her teeth fell and her arms were dirty, walking she suddenly thought about him, then, one of her children asked "Mother what is love?", She wanted to answer, but didn't know.
I found this book philosophical.