THE other ANAYANSI and another Don QUIXOTE notions of importance, necessity and interest are thousand times more decisive than the notion of truth. Not because replaced it, to nothing, but because they measure the truth of what I say. Gilles Deleuze can affirm that the purpose of literature is to better understand the life that we live. It is to broaden our horizons, without spending on aircraft and luggage. In addition to savings, the Act of reading obliges us to take sides. We cannot be neutral: or we are for or against the protagonist. For example, we can read the legend of Anayansi, the Indian, who was the lover of Vasco Nunez de Balboa, and think not very good of it.
It would suffice to imagine it watching to his countrymen, who knows with that countenance, while serving food to the fierce Leoncico, the dog of the Adelantado of the South Sea. But well we can, also, evoke to her as the woman who abandons his own, not to their detriment by love but to stand an offspring of love. We all know the famous scene of Don Quixote by throwing against the windmills, believing that they were dragons and Giants. Total madness. And yes it was a protest against those who had taken over the grain? Those who speculated with the hunger of the poor? Literature allows us to reflect on issues that everyday we do not perceive them, we are inclined to think that it is only the big events, then not. A theme is the power. The power is not reduced only to leaders and large entrepreneurs, also includes teachers and parents. Or is that adults do not exercise power repressor on infants? You have to read, but in intensity does not extension. Read in intensity is read to feed, read extension is read to swallow them. It seems to me that there is already enough burundangas in our midst to also become entangled with the reading.