When we are interested in a way of telling, in this case the private diary, it is very exciting to take a look at literary pieces that have transcended the world. The diary of the girl Anne Frank, for example, even taken to theater and cinema, is moving in itself and heartbreaking in its context. Knowing the tragic, cruel, premature and unfair end of Ana’s life, reading the naivety of her diaries is shocking, because the sharpness of her intelligence already shines, and one wishes she had had the opportunity to flourish. At the other extreme, Anaïs Nin’s diaries, with their enormous erotic and psychological content, reveal a drive for detail and a need to accumulate them for so many years that it was even necessary to store them in bank safe deposit boxes. With an intense mentality and cultural and social environment, one wonders at what time Anaïs lived if her accounts of what she lived through were so extensive and elaborate. Both Frank and Nin bequeathed to humanity a window into their lives through the narrative thread of the everyday, the personal, the close, demonstrating that our lives (which are great) are made of moments (which are small and apparently small). inconsequential). And it is that in the art of regularly unloading in a piece of writing what is being lived, a narrative is created that apparently wanders aimlessly, but that along the way builds an interesting story where a single point of view prevails and establishes a complicity with the reader. The third dish that I suggest you try is “Corazón” by Edmondo Da Amicis, a novel that tells the story of a boy’s school life through the artifice that the protagonist is writing his diary. It is worth valuing there the simple language and the short phrase that denote a clean and sincere communication. The intensity there lies in what a creature values in the great smallness of its world. I invite you to taste these books (with fragments easily accessible on the web) to start thinking about whether the private diary is a way in which you would feel happy telling your own story. And note that I said taste or try or taste those texts and not read them exhaustively. I leave in the inkwell the subject of reading a lot to write a little (which I question) for future columns, but the next one will deal with the resource of automatic writing, a way of opening the faucet of the word.