His mind traced the arabesques and coils of an alphabet that looked like music sounded - Strange The Dreamer
The reader by Charlie Bowater Anoshe: “Anoshe was a word for strangers in the street, and lovers between meetings, for parents and children, friends and family. It softened the blow of leaving. Eased the strain of parting. A careful nod to the certainty of today, the mystery of tomorrow. When a friend left, with little chance of seeing home, they said anoshe. When a loved one was dying, they said anoshe. When corpses were burned, bodies given back to the earth and souls to the stream, those left grieving said anoshe. Anoshe brought solace. And hope. And the strength to let go.” ( "The shades of magic" trilogy by V.E. Schwab ) El lenguaje captura en si, la esencia y vitalidad de la historia de la imaginación humana, y por medio de su creación, su sonoridad podemos comprender lo bella, lo temible y lo bizarra de la percepción y cosmogonía que llegamos a tener con el universo. Los idiomas me parecen un delicioso manjar, llenado
