Tale+of+madness+and+imagination...

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A LITERARY DIET (by Mauricio Fernández).

==== Simply astonished at what I discovered in those days of summer ... One librarian was really surly and stubborn, I think that was the worst mood I've ever seen. He was obese, very obese. At that time, I was young and went to school with care and dedication, and I always went back down the same street where the library's fat man was. His library was truly magnificent: It was small but cozy and there was not an inch of the place that was not filled with books, so I was just enthralled and in love with the place, but that librarian kept me intrigued, because I found him intriguing and mysterious, because I felt that his obesity was extravagant.  I frequented the library despite the awkward presence of the man who showed unfriendly and hostile.  It was then, when the hours passed on my way to my house like any other day and it began to get dark. I walked quietly but had no hurry, I went through the same street where the library was, and it was still open. It was after seven in the evening and I knew that the library closed at six o'clock, so it seemed very strange, and I entered. ==== ====I entered cautiously, each step echoing on my chest, as if to find a dead or even worse, a monstrosity. ====

I followed the narrow passage, until...
==== - Oh! - I said with skepticism, because what I saw before my eyes was really peculiar: the mysterious librarian was sitting comfortably on a chair (and that's not the strange part), the position allowed me to see him without being noticed, and then I saw that he smiled and took delight in a pleasant manner. He Looked like he was in a strange trance almost reaching ecstasy. He chewed. He seemed to be greedily eating a delicious dessert. His breathing was really noisy. His look of satisfaction and pleasure led me to observe what was holding and it was then ... - But hell!, If this man is only reading! - Echoed in my head. And indeed he was only reading. He was reading with enthusiasm and tenderness, as when a child eats a chocolate. It was the first time that this man gave me the impression of being an intellectual. But ... - what was he reading? - He was reading the most beautiful and sweet stories that have been written. Tales of Perrault and many other Russian authors as Pushkin and Gogol. It was then I realized: The fat man's obesity was because he was a real glutton, devouring the tales as if they were chocolates! I left immediately, without being noticed. The impression of that grumpy that had become a wise with only those stories, had been in my head. ====

====Impressed, I went to my house and along the way could not stop thinking about what I had seen. I was truly convinced that this man did not have a good diet, but he had a good literary diet.  - Wow - I said over and over in my head. Suddenly came as a shock to my head: - Could it be that the beautiful "Ballades" by Chopin or the "Preludes" by Rachmaninoff fatter too? - I did not know it was then when I put on my headphones and started listening the "Fantasy Impromptu op. 66" by Chopin and I went to my house, with my body more and more dense as if each step is adding a gram to my legs. "I do not think so,", I said while I disapperared into the horizon, with satisfaction on my face and lightness in my soul, but not in my body... It was the unconscious journey, of art, which takes you beyond the physical limits... ====