We changed our hall some time ago, since we turned our library into a bed-room in order to have a place to host those who want to share their days with us.
I love this bookcase. It has more than forty years. It was on the wall of the room where my father used to work at home, a room that was turned into my bed-room after that. We let it like it was, with all the marks of the time and just passed some varnish to give it a cleaner aspect. The bookcase beside is also an old one, especially made to receive the Portuguese-Brazilian encyclopaedia that my father was so proud of and that I used in my research. It's dethroned by the internet today, but it looks nice there.
In front of it we have another bookcase full of books, the favourtie of my son. We have some of his hand made works there, but mainly there they are the books for his "researches". Sometimes he seats on the floor, takes one and turns the pages, speaking lower, for himself. He loves the books about animals and when he asks me something that I don't know the answer, he says immediately: "So... go to the book and read!" And there I go.
I also like open windows! I open everything when possible. I love the light and the wind coming in. To deceive myself and imagine that outside nobody lives quickly, nobody feels that life passes by without meaning; nobody passes over the other to reach his goal. Imagine that everybody hugs the others, dialogue, feel that if they died today they died happy, feel the breeze caressing their faces and know that they are not the owners of their lives, that's why they respect it.
It's good to live in a free way.
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