viernes, 13 de agosto de 2010

BUE.

Alguien MUY razonable en tumblr acaba de poner en palabras lo que me pasa:


"I can’t speak for others, but I’d like to think that for many of us, Harry Potter means so much because we’ve grown up with him. So many of us started reading when we were just kids, and we’ve grown up together with the boy who lived. From the moment we opened that first book, we’re been a part of the Wizarding World.


We were able to connect with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, because we grew up at the same time as them. We saw everything the way Harry did. We marveled at the entire magical world he never knew was there. We felt liberated when that jolly giant man rescued Harry (no, not Santa). We were just as much in awe of Hogwarts on September 1 as Harry.


Every page, every chapter, and every book was something new, something wonderful. We moved from childhood, to puberty, and in some cases to adulthood, as Harry did. We fell in love, we made enemies, we took exams. We learnt that it’s okay to stand up to your friends, thanks to Neville. We discovered that being different was perfectly fine (even if Hermione doesn’t believe us that Nargles exist!). We knew just what it was like to be hated by a potions teacher at school.


For us, that first book was the beginning of not just a fantasy series, but the beginning of something more amazing then we could have imagined. On 15.07.11, we will walk into movie theaters around the world, and we will watch the moment we’ve longed for. We will see Harry finally defeat the most powerful Dark Wizard to ever exist.  The books may all be written, the movies may (almost) be all released, but for those who love the boy who lived, Harry Potter will live on for us ‘till the day we die"


Y ahora tengo ganas de llorar.

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