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We took our books at the same time. Hers was a small, tattered book with leather cover and cabalistic letters. The mine was tampered with because it was also a book from the library of Alexandria, the legendary library .... The it will fit in the palm of the hand. Mine was big and white with Roman letters. The pages it was thin as dragonfly wings, mine had pages of a stunning white. I could go on page after page with that "of hers ... mine ...." . So different were the books we read, sitting shoulder to shoulder on the seat of the bus that drove us to the holy city. However, the fervor was the same. She read your prayers, your mandate of heaven, the will of their god. Skirt was long, his head covered, collar buttoned. Marcelo Cohen I read his "perfect pitch", the vicissitudes and poetry. I was extremely well covered, but cold. The fervor was the same and I remember thinking if I would be able to embrace a religion that I imposed on certain hours drop everything and plunge into holy scriptures or cover my hair. Gladly cover my hair - I replied that after all is so indomitable and dyeing is unbearable. I abandon holy writings - continued - only if you take me to ecstasy causes me Marcelo Cohen impossible with its metaphors and its territories capricious. Yes - almost what I said out loud: My religion is literature.

She read. I was reading. She with her divine precepts. Me with my fantasy world. Happy

. Ecstatic. Mystical.

When finished reading, she kissed the dog-eared book and put it in her purse.

At that time, one of the characters in Marc Cohen spoke of music in a paragraph exquisite. Why not? - I said - and I kissed my book. Ecstatic.