These letters of mine are nothing but a few lines of stories that circulate and move in the eyes of people whose suffering has appeared. As I write and line what I read, and I see in the depths of their expressive looks, in every story I write, I feel what its character could have been felt, and I line it up, perhaps there is someone who can see himself in these lines and discover that there is a description to his feelings. I do not write about myself; I do not have the right to do so, but I write about stories that aroused my curiosity and admiration. My words are nothing but feelings and sensations, if you want to understand hearts through the pens, then welcome to my letters.