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Autumn has arrived and, along with it, my head is filled with autumnal thoughts. They are thoughts of bats, of witches, of mystery, of wounded hair and frozen fingers, of shorter afternoons and longer nights.
Between those long nights, nights covered in the silent mist and cold moonlight, that enigmatic romantic novel by Bram Stoker named Dracula appears, with a terrible protagonist who doesn't leave anybody indifferent.
And this is because with the Count we feel madness, we feel desire, we feel a love that travels beyond time. But, most of all, what we feel is fear, fear of illness, fear of the storm, fear of being dead (or what seems to be worse -fear of being undead.)
Autumn has arrived and, along with it, my tribute to one of my favorite books of all time.