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Lighthouse: bastion of loneliness, the only sign of humanity against the sea without a soul. Monitor stretch, turning his head light keeper sleepless, lonely drive wandering lost at sea. A role, a task that can play only those who can be with himself more than is in the company, although sometimes you do not love too even himself. In this fort, the only companions stories coming from far away in time and space, and they go even further, to touch the deepest chords of the heart of the guardian. Books, stories, lives invented that apparently have nothing to do with real life. Any story is reality, even when he talks about places and people exist, contains the deeper life, that in everyday life is but the aftertaste, the background, the taste that remains in the mouth after a kiss, after a run on the beach, after a laugh, after a long cry. The taste, the feeling, this is the protagonist of the best books. To read is to live twice, but that writing is a part of life that can only be done in solitude. And only in the solitude you can find one that teaches us to feel good with others, to love them, understand them. The guardian of
el faro goes around the lantern, make sure the light is on and smiles. Another trip is about to begin.
Goodnight.