Publisher's Synopsis
Would you believe that love can reincarnate through time if you receive an email from your soulmate from another part of the world showing you evidence? I did.The reader will think that it is a romantic science fiction story, a delirium in the imagination of the writer.
From: Brais Cruz [email protected]
To: Juan Manuel Rodríguez Caamaño [email protected]
Subject: Congratulations uncle for Eclipse
January 3, 2016 at 9:16 a.m.
Dude, your story has seemed really beautiful, unique.That way you describe the combination of the color of that pretty flower, with the look of that beautiful girl and her enigmatic smile, is very nice.I read it in less than an hour and I was left wanting to know more about the story, I thought it was very good vibes.Even to read a second part of it, in another life or another world, although I felt so identified with the rich character of Valeria that I could almost swear that I can predict what would be the continuation of that novel.I recommended it to my friends, who form a circle of readers, and they all found the story very convincing. From those stories that you start reading and do not stop a second to do it, or to go to the bathroom.You should take some time to come and meet your Spanish fans, more specifically, your Galician fans.P.S. I thought a lot before writing this to you by email, I know that is not the most appropriate way, but I think it is the only way to do it given the immense distance that separates us.Juanma, I have known you for a long time, I could almost assure you that the excellent novel you wrote was not part of your great inventiveness, which is admirable.It was probably part of a memory of the many that you have engraved through hundreds of years in your memory, Ignacio Campuzano, Don Garcia Rodrigo de Caamaño, Juan Manuel and many other names in different times that we have been together, are part of those remembrances, of those past lives.Have you noticed that when you sleep strangely you always remember what you dream?Unlike the rest of the people who do not remember exactly every part of their dreams. Even if it's a little nap, you always remember everything in great detail.They are not dreams. They are memories, and in most of them I appear with a different name and in a different era.At the beginning of the century as Esther in a small Germanic country. In the 20s as Ximena in Santiago de Compostela. In the 50s, like Alba in the bulwark of Havana. In the 80s as Valeria in Montevideo. In 2000 starting the new millennium as Brais, I a Galician working in Madrid the most beautiful city in the world after Santiago de Compostela obviously hehe, and you from the other side of the Atlantic Ocean in Mexico City, a provincial of Coatzacoalcos, Veracruz conquering the most populated city on the planet. A few days ago I had the good fortune of attending the photo exhibition of the photographer Ruth Anderson de la Compostela and there you were in various paintings with people from that era, were your same features, the same gestures, the same smile that has in love through the centuries, among the crowd.My name and yours change over the years but you always dream of the same woman, in the different times we have lived together through the centuries.I wish you could return this email with your appreciations. Or what would be more exciting that you could cross the Atlantic Ocean to meet and talk with great detail the story of our lives over time.I know it sounds stupid, irrational and deceitful everything I write to you, but do the test these days when you sleep, so that you realize you remember all those past experiences of us and maybe you may want to find ourselves in a new life.Always yours, Brais.
