The essence of quietness

Yesterday I was in my bedroom, I'm still with the flu so I decided to read a book of one of my favorite Bolivian writers, Victor Hugo Viscarra, I was reading "Alcoholatum Y otros drinks"  when, my sister Yhun came to me and she started to talk and talk and I just wanted to read quietly in my bedroom, she was telling me that she had a date and the guy who is going to go out... So, I was starting to loose the patience when I see behind me another Victor Hugo Viscarra's book (Ch'aqui fulero) and I looked at her and told her "You should read this book , you're going to like it", she looked at me surprised and told me "You wanted me to read this book so I could shut my  mouth, right? And  of course I said no, I just told her that she won't get bored if she read that book, and As I know my sister told me: "Well, I'm going to read it but aloud!" She is just child eventhough she looks older than me... Hehehe. At the beginning she was making noises while she was reading but then she started to speak less and finally got involved in the essence of that book... What can I say? Victor Hugo is a magician even though he's dead, No one can surrender to his words, You live the moment, through his books he transports you to the most unwanted places in Bolivia.

The deceased was a good human being

If you ask me what things I cherish with love and passion  I have to tell you that I keep two things: the first is a CD of The Mars Volta (the first album The loused in the comatorium) that was a gift from my dad when I finished highschool and the other is a collection of four books of my favorite writer Victor Hugo Viscarra, these were a gift from someone special to me and I will always appreciate him for such beautiful gifts. Victor HugoViscarra was a Bolivian writer, alcoholic but had one of the greatest sublime souls  in the world;  he made an art of writing his misfortunes, his everyday life as a social outcast, wrapped in a world of drugs without hope of anything not even have faith , suffering from cold, hunger, consoling himself with other unfortunates like him, living love from the cut faces kisses. When I read his books  I always end in shock and I realize I've been very blessed to live with people who love me and protect me, to have food and shelter and to have hope and dreams. Victor Hugo died of a fulminant cirrhosis in 2006, He always used to bring his writings to the bars, and places less acceptable  for the bolivian society, he died alone, without money and without God, he always said that God forgot about him and that truth leaves me speechless ... Victor Hugo Viscarra was a stranger  in life, and after his death his reputation began to grow, some say he kept a low profile and he didn't want to become attached to anyone. Victor Hugo Viscarra is one of the greatest exponents of Bolivian literature  if you  ever come to Bolivia and want to learn the language and learn more about the deaf side of Bolivian society, especially the city of La Paz, it is imperative to read the books that Viscarra wrote and  for people who are my countrymen and never read his writings, I invite you to be part of a brutal but exciting journey.

I have two rules to say before reading  Victor Hugo Viscarra books and those are: First remove all false morality of your heads and resist all stories despite the nightmares or wicked dreams you'll have.

Take a night walk and look at the beautiful stars.

Bianka