When my friends would say, proudly, that I have a writer friend, sometimes you do not have the effect of wonder I hope. When I say that is a writer of children's stories that things change and I think because there are writers. There is nothing else to compare with journalists, a profession that with the same name brings together journalists from newspapers, research, presenters, press, pink, reality shows, etc, and also many writers that in the absence of ideas to write a play , take advantage of income spent selling books, to fill columns and columns that are forgotten by the readers as soon as you turn the page.
Then, thinking about how to qualify the work of Juan Carlos, I plunged into the dictionary and saw very nice words, and forgotten but not served because they were the opposite of what they do, words like clerk , type , scribe even clerk, that computers have almost disappeared and almost no one enjoys the smell of ink off the paper, where ideas flow and the paper is filled with letters as if spring had arrived inspiring imagination.
And at that moment my mind flew several years ago, and saw a small child in her village, fortunately without television that his father told him the story of Tom Thumb teaching the thumb and repeating that if that was true of tiny, and he saw the little arms and little teeth of Tom Thumb, and saw glass slippers, and dreamed of countries in which pigs that he saw on the street every day, were called pigs, were houses and talked, and even had other countries that are called piglets and were flying, and he looked to heaven if I saw any.
And that kid when he went to sleep demanded more and more stories and dreams were dreams of castles and princesses, and when I woke up I just wanted to get to school with the hope of returning to see these stories read and reread by him and many others before, and when I came home I knew that if she behaved well, back to listen again to those great adventures always ended well, and her face always looked a smile.
And then I remembered a book I read over bridges where there was talk of possibly the most beautiful bridge in the world, the Salgina-Tobel of Robert Maillart, a bridge too TIGHT, amid the mountains of Switzerland, which was built for some children of a town, shorter could go to school, and I thought in the work of these great engineers, trying to get people could travel, drinking water, transporting the fruit of their labor, in short, to improve their lives, often doing work that they know they will help only a few, and not give them fame, but who will use them happier and probably better people.
and compare this work with the work that makes Juan Carlos with his imagination and love and saw that the result was the same, so I decided to invent a new profession, which is very difficult to belong and from which a of its great exponents is Juan Carlos, Engineer of Dreams, Illusions and smiles and then I dreamed like as a kid, and dreamed that I would like him more.
Then, thinking about how to qualify the work of Juan Carlos, I plunged into the dictionary and saw very nice words, and forgotten but not served because they were the opposite of what they do, words like clerk , type , scribe even clerk, that computers have almost disappeared and almost no one enjoys the smell of ink off the paper, where ideas flow and the paper is filled with letters as if spring had arrived inspiring imagination.
And at that moment my mind flew several years ago, and saw a small child in her village, fortunately without television that his father told him the story of Tom Thumb teaching the thumb and repeating that if that was true of tiny, and he saw the little arms and little teeth of Tom Thumb, and saw glass slippers, and dreamed of countries in which pigs that he saw on the street every day, were called pigs, were houses and talked, and even had other countries that are called piglets and were flying, and he looked to heaven if I saw any.
And that kid when he went to sleep demanded more and more stories and dreams were dreams of castles and princesses, and when I woke up I just wanted to get to school with the hope of returning to see these stories read and reread by him and many others before, and when I came home I knew that if she behaved well, back to listen again to those great adventures always ended well, and her face always looked a smile.
And then I remembered a book I read over bridges where there was talk of possibly the most beautiful bridge in the world, the Salgina-Tobel of Robert Maillart, a bridge too TIGHT, amid the mountains of Switzerland, which was built for some children of a town, shorter could go to school, and I thought in the work of these great engineers, trying to get people could travel, drinking water, transporting the fruit of their labor, in short, to improve their lives, often doing work that they know they will help only a few, and not give them fame, but who will use them happier and probably better people. and compare this work with the work that makes Juan Carlos with his imagination and love and saw that the result was the same, so I decided to invent a new profession, which is very difficult to belong and from which a of its great exponents is Juan Carlos, Engineer of Dreams, Illusions and smiles and then I dreamed like as a kid, and dreamed that I would like him more.
Arturo Romero
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