Obituary: Ray Bradbury

As far as I can remember, I have a passion for books, libraries and bookstores. I love to be surrounded by books, I love to touch them, I love the sound of turning pages and, yes, I love their smell too! Each book is like a person, it has its own history and personality, but with the advantage of always being open to you! A book wants to be chosen, to be read, to be loved and, ultimately, to became part of you! Every book is a reflexion of its author. And when you read a book, liking it or not, you'll forever carry a little bit of that author within you! Thus, always remember to choose wisely the messenger to avoid carrying an unwanted message!

Ray died this week. I have no words to express my sadness, thus, I rushed to re-read one of my favourites, Fahrenheit 451. One last tribute to a man that helped to shape the person that I am today.

In Memoriam A.H.H. (Lord Tennyson)

Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.

Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust;
And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
And Life, a Fury slinging flame.