' Filipe Can A Castle, A House Be In Love?

Can a castle, a palace, a mansion or simply a house be in love? Can it want only good things, prosperity and happiness for someone or something? Can it desire to be close, just next to and participate in what's happening to the other being?

So, can it? Why not? Just because it has no living arms to hug and no mouth to pronounce its feeling? Or maybe, because it can't move of its foundation to go for a walk in the moonlight with the object of her feeling? Or his feeling?

Well, this is a story of a castle, a she, who loved, who was in love. It's a story how without hugging and kissing or moving one can love. And may be, just may be, even, be loved?

[Enamora was in love with the lake, with the forest and with the family of The Blakes.
Filipe Goes Exploring
[It is possibly the start of the book. Filipe, Fil]
'Mom,' he called standing in the open door 'I'm going for a longer walk'
'OK,' answered his mother from somewhere in the house 'I assume you're going into the forest as always? Don't get lost!'
'I won't. I never do. And besides, I took a sandwich and some water with me. See you in the evening!' he replied closing the door behind him.

Filipe, for that was his name, lived in a village at the end of the road. From all around, an ancient forest surrounded his village with only one road connecting it to the rest of the world the village new. Of course, there were a few smaller roads crisscrossing throughout the farmland that surrounded the houses and farms, some of them even entering the forest, but they all sooner or later turned back to come out into the village or onto the nearby fields. And Odoni knew all of them. He loved to spend most of the time that he had available, walking and exploring the roads, the smaller the better even the
In the opposite direction that also seemed to lead straight toward the middle of the forest. And that was the direction he chose. He didn't intend to go to deep into the forest and he knew that after couple miles the road would veer to the right and come back onto the southern ends of the village farmlands. It was not that he was afraid of the forest, for he walked thru its outskirts almost every day, but why would he walk far away from the village, from his village, where he was born and spent all his young life? The village, and occasionally the town down the road, were his world. In all of its richness, with all memories and all plans for the future. [Is Filipe going to ever come back to his village?]. He planned for just another walk like many