Solo Cartas de Amor / Only Love Letters

En una peque a isla existe un buz n en el que solo se admiten cartas de amor. Una historia real sobre el poder de la imaginaci n. Hab a una vez un hombre de esp ritu exc ntrico y bohemio que viv a en una peque a ciudad en la isla de La Palma. Se hac a llamar El Conde de Velhoco, y muchos veneraban su reino imaginario, sus ideas y su manera fascinante de ver la vida. Un d a, harto de recibir facturas, el Conde escribi sobre su buz n las palabras "Solo cartas de amor" en se al de protesta por tanta burocracia. Al poco tiempo, ante la sorpresa de los habitantes de la casa, empezaron a llegar decenas de cartas de lugare os y extranjeros relatando sus pasiones y sus penas. De eso hace m s de diez a os y nunca han dejado de llegar.

Una historia tan real como incre ble y emocionante sobre un hombre, ngel Greses, que sab a mirar el mundo con ojos m gicos y consigui contagiar de su hechizo a los habitantes de una isla, a su familia y a miles de personas que, rebel ndose a lo anodino, en contra de lo esperado, decidieron compartir sus emociones m s ntimas con un desconocido a trav s de una peque a ranura. En estas p ginas, Guadalupe Greses hace un maravilloso ejercicio narrativo que es a la vez un homenaje al hombre, al mito que queda tras la muerte y al padre que fue.

"El cartero pasaba, sonre a al ver el mensaje si no estaba su mente soterrada por otros menesteres, y, acto seguido, proced a a atiborrarlo de papeles sin remordimiento, cumpliendo con su deber. Qu otra cosa iba a hacer? La nica diferencia era que, entre tanta miseria, de vez en cuando -muy de vez en cuando- aparec a una carta de amor an nima como una flor que brota repentina en medio de un vertedero".

ENGLISH DESCRIPTION

On a small island, there is a mailbox that only accepts love letters. A true story about the power of imagination.

Once upon a time, there was an eccentric, bohemian man who lived in a small town on the island of La Palma. He called himself The Count of Velhoco, and many revered his imaginary kingdom, his ideas, and his fascinating way of looking at life. One day, fed up with receiving bills, the Count wrote the words "Love letters only" on his mailbox in protest of so much bureaucracy. Soon after, to the inhabitants' surprise, dozens of letters began to arrive from locals and foreigners retelling their passions and sorrows. That was more than ten years ago, and they have never stopped coming.

A story as real as it is incredible and exciting about a man, ngel Greses, who knew how to look at the world with magical eyes and managed to cast his spell on the inhabitants of an island, his family, and thousands of people who, rebelling against the mundane and against expectations, decided to share their most intimate emotions with a stranger through a small slot. In these pages, Guadalupe Greses performs a wonderful narrative exercise that is at once a tribute to the man, to the myth that remains after death, and also to the father he was.

"The postman passed by, smiled when he saw the message, and then proceeded to stuff it with papers without remorse, fulfilling his duty. What else could he do? The only difference was that, amid so much misery, from time to time--very occasionally--an anonymous love letter would appear like a flower suddenly sprouting in the middle of a landfill.