Hello Steemians! this is a small text that I wrote with great fondness towards one of my favorite books, reflecting on things sublimating me and making me feel grateful to have the ability to read, because without that I could not enjoy these charming stories. Along with this I made a small illustration, because I felt the need to accompany the words with something else.

Fantasy is responsible for the dreams that people have made since they are children, fantastic stories sublimate mainly to these, even with innocent minds. There are those who stop believing in fantasy and forget what they once dreamed when they were young.

The possibility of imagining new worlds, believing in something non-existent, being insistent with the ideas that are considered crazy are, on the other hand, the things impregnated by people who still get carried away by the feeling of fantasy. Although the word fantasy is linked to a concept of something unreal is often the catalyst for ideas.

Of all the aforementioned, the beautiful and the sublime in Alicia's books comes from the fantasy that she gives off, from the possibilities of impossible things, all materialized ideas, the sensation and the strength that she possesses to submerge in history, is the type of stories that makes you want to believe that the existence of things that do not exist is possible, because they cause joy, anger, shame, fear, and we are addicted to feelings at their best, it is not a bit of joy but a lot of joy It is not a little scary if not very scary. He managed to touch my interiority.

I found beauty in:

The illustrations of Alice, in the portraits that Lewis Carroll made

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In his words and in the written letters in the feeling of always wanting to be a child again, fantasize and make everything non-existent something real, in life that gives off every page of his books, the connection of the unreal with my life, anguished falls, the fact of being in a hurry and the demands that are given to children.