Recently fell into my hands the book of one of my favorite Mexican writers Ángeles Mastretta this text is titled **the emotion of things** and is a summary of her most precious memories, those that were inspired by things that she keeps as a treasure, but because they remind her of the people and the moment she lived with them.

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Today I remembered with much affection those stories, when I discovered myself thinking about the different objects that I have collected over the years and not for their material value but for the meaning they have in their connection with the person and the moment lived. Small details that become the lifelines of those stormy days and times, when you hold on to the good things. You know, my dear readers and friends, that I do not live in the past, I am a faithful believer in the philosophy of the here and now, but those details that are found in the memory of things are undoubtedly our moments of joy for a beautiful past that serves as an engine to keep fighting today.

Yes, I discovered that things have memory, a long-term memory that concentrates on a texture, a smell, a taste, a sound. For example, music boxes, I still have my beautiful music box, the one that belonged to my grandmother and that she gave me as a gift as her only object of value. That box, my mother tells me, my grandmother used to play it next to my crib and there she would sit and watch me smile every time the melody started again, over the years it was that music that filled my moments of play, that accompanied me on sleepless nights and listening to it, even today I can still see the sparkle in my grandmother's eyes and her very special smile.

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Beautiful necklaces made of old mother-of-pearl buttons, are undoubtedly the memory of one of the most difficult moments of my adult life, the farewell of my soul sister, you know there are people that even when they do not carry our blood they become the family we choose. She emigrated as did many compatriots and, obviously in the small suitcase could not carry more than what was necessary, for me it was a big surprise her trip, farewell and those necklaces, I always liked them very much and sometimes I borrowed them, the day she came home for the last time on December 24 loaded with her necklaces she told me there is no one else in the world that can value these necklaces that are now yours. Those necklaces speak to me of beautiful memories.

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My books, I love books and one of the greatest treasures I have is a library full of them, each one has the signature of its previous owner, a wonderful man who loved me like a daughter from the first moment he met me. For me it was a great surprise to be the heiress of a library, I who loved books now had a place full of them just for me, when I enter the library each shelf, the smell of the walls and furniture reminds me of the perfume of its previous owner, every now and then when I open one of the books I get a stamp, a postcard or a picture of that wonderful human being who earned a place in my heart, in that library I sit talking with him like in those afternoons of coffee and reading that we used to enjoy.

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And so I could go on telling the stories that keep the things that are my treasures, the emotion and the memory of things are our refuge. And you tell me about those things that speak to you of your memories, there in the comments I hope to read them.