We can find authors who seek to make literature with their interest in disseminating coaching systems, studied methods of Self Help with x success rate or whatever it is that can lead to best seller status. And they may even have some foundation ...
But then there are guys like Eloy Moreno o Albert Espinosa who write novels with so much soul that they end up being that miraculous placebo for readers seeking help without hardly knowing it.
And it is not the same, of course not. Because what is naturalized is a much more valuable learning than what is sought, pretended, pretentious or forced. Literature is that learning that from the more or less fictional example of others serves even more to rediscover ourselves with the new prism of the protagonist on duty.
In this new book by Eloy Moreno we delve into that usual transformed near world full of revealing lyricism.
«And we arrived at a place that, even today, I would not know very well how to define. Perhaps it is that place where you move when the recess bell rings, or where we go when we close our eyes just before blowing out the candles, or the wind in which we float when we receive one of those hugs that support our body, the doubts and fears ...
Who knows? Or maybe it was just the back of the closet my life had become: there where garments are stored that you will never wear again but that you are sorry to throw away.»
You can now buy "The gift", by Eloy Moreno, here: