Last Friday, I talked generally about the themes that you will find in my story. As you already know,
one of them is death. Death that so many times imprisons us, before arriving, especially when we
stop living, before we stop breathing. One of the things that gave me back the possibility of writing,
was yoga and along with it, meditation. During my silences, which I adore, I discovered things that
are bigger than me. I find them hard to explain, so I think my brain created this fantasy story to
express my feelings.
One of the things that I have learned in life, simply speaking, is that we are all the same. We are all
stardust. That said, I can't understand why we suffer collective hysteria, about a disease called
ebola, without taking the seriousness that such a disease deserves, when there are things like
cancer, AIDS, ignorance, indifference and lack of love, that claim much more lives.
You are probably now asking yourself: What does ebola has to do with this book that I talk so much
about? You'll see. Ebola, as you know, is a virus that originated in Africa. In my story, in the African
Continent, there is a volcano, where this little angel lives. This angel has lived in silence for a long
time and he needs to hear a voice, that sooner or later, will arrive.
I want you to meet this little angel, the red man, and the woman that dies several times. So stay
The title of this post was inspired by a book written by Gabriel García Márquez, one of the writers
that I admire most in this planet. I will leave you with a quote of another writer that I admire a lot,
even though he is not in this plane anymore, just like Gabriel: Carl Sagan, whose profound and
intelligent vision of the universe is a source of inspiration for me.
Thanks for reading.
Until next Friday,