This briefcase occupies a little corner in my house, I will not lie to you saying that we keep it intact and without a particle of dust. Many times I forget his existence, until walking around the house while trying to organize my ideas, I run into him again. Probably for you it is an old and worn briefcase, but for me it is the object that brought to Venezuela the dreams of a better life and the most precious memories of my father, squeezed between some photos and the few clothes that fit in it. This briefcase reminds me that I am not only made of the things that I have lived, it reminds me that as the daughter of an immigrant I am also made of the dreams of all those who came before me, of Caribbean accents different from mine and of past traditions of waters that I have not yet known. It reminds me that despite everything, life always offers us opportunities to be happy, even in the least imagined places.
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Theater plays, books on baroque art, also poetry books and historical novels. This is a fragment of my library, this is the compendium of all the ideas that I have loved and that little by little have helped me to build my opinions and my phrases of encouragement, my way of acting and how I see the world. I wish I could tell you which one I prefer, but I am very indecisive to do so, and each one has accompanied me when I have needed it most. That is why my library, that small space with crooked shelves and small ornaments that I have been given, is one of my favorite views.
This is the piano on which my mother practiced her musical exercises, and the one that, during my childhood, became my favorite company after school. For different reasons I put it aside, however, I can say that each of the notes that I played in my childhood stayed with me. This instrument helped me discover a new way of feeling the world and all my emotions, through melodies and arpeggios, as well as to understand that beauty is not only seen; it touches our interior, just like each of the piano keys is played.
Thanks for reading my list! I like to think that we all have at least one key to our memories in the objects that surround us.
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Maybe I could live without these things, but I think that I wouldn't be who I am today if they hadn't occupied the corner that still belongs to them; and that's what I like the most about each one of them.