By Rodrigo F. Yanez took me awhile to decide to issue a fantasy image, but actually menstruate at the same time. I decided for all. I took advantage of saving a few and then returned to focus on my goal, I was looking for something fantastic and we do not know.
I finally decided on which you can see, but, to our eyes, is evident almost everything that we can distinguish it.
When I decided to be an advocate of fantasy, realistic view of their wealth was when I started writing. Was decided to embark on a story that had to do with historical facts, but all under the framework of my pencil.
After all, understand that false are those who think they live in a reality now, under the point where we are today, and forever. Perhaps the word fake is not correct, but naive.
is not that we that we are enriched by some intellectuals to understand the truth, is simply that we understand that the world is going to hell. And no sin to write pessimistic, but I do it almost as a historian, visionary, and that excites me. It is on that knowledge which should be the main point turning to our writing, but above all from the heart to understand the intentions of the authors.
So what is the truth from fantasy?. So far everything. Whoever decided on this path must be convinced that everything is.
is not my intention to chair its determinations, but every time I start reading the newspaper saying "nah ...". And when I read a novel, "Well, yes."
now I'm reading The Witches by Roald Dahl, and could convince them very easily, that the great witch is someone we all know. But it is not my task to convince them, is yours. The irony that there are many more.
In my fantasy I opened my eyes, I opened the tabs that are finally allow you to see. And since that day I feel the responsibility of writing, revealing the most epic mysteries.
Perhaps the reality in which others live, is the hypocrisy. How much longer will be the country where it is more expensive to read? Will they follow the judges sent home to players? Why do some religious people think that going to church on Sunday cleaned up all the sins accumulated during the week? And keep adding you.
But I breathe in the wonderful tag. I lived on February 27 the hard way with half the country and I continue to witness, each time I go by bus, of people living in tents with their buildings turned into broken glass and mice being, day by day, the new neighbors.
will continue digging into my discovery, to see if we make progress in the true reality.
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