THE LEGEND OF THE GOLDEN

  -Daddy, what is a Bícharo? The child asked the father who told the strangest stories of the beings who populated the earth, from the beginning of the centuries, like any event that occurs daily. - A Bícharo," he answered",is a rare animal or species that is born every few millennia to give new life. It is not known where it comes from or what the process of its formation has been. We know how it reproduces and we know it from the stories that our parents passed on to us from generation to generation. It is a species that seems to come from a different world than ours, as it resembles the sea dancing in the air. - Come on, said the mother, Don't fool the kid with those stories. You look like a madman, making up nonsense. - Mommy, mommy," the boy interrupted. Let my father talk about the bichos, let's see if... - Bullshit, that's all. Replied the mother. And without waiting for any answer, she left the room to enjoy the night that let the fireflie...

  Centuries ago, a man stole the shadows of his fellow men, plundered those of animals, also stripped those of the stars of the universe, and hid them in the deepest part of his heart; in such a way that only he remained with his shadow hovering everywhere he went. So, years and centuries passed by. The heat of the earth increased, its surface cracked, species of animals disappeared, wild flora became exhausted, and the human being, anguished by the sun's burning, believed that it was the end of his reign in Nature. Meanwhile, the one who stole the shadows had his stumbles. Behind him, they all followed him and formed a row that moved in unison with him, and forced him to return those of his fellow men, in sorrow for not being able to control them. Since those days, man could live in peace, and nothing and nobody exists without a shadow.

  A real turmoil was living in the mansion. The ministers discussed the consequences of the ruler's next decision because while some were happy, others feared that it could harm them, since the riddle of the fortune teller predicted that with the ace of clubs, time would be favorable to spread the men with dust. of butterflies, with the three of cups he supposed that in one of the jungles of his empire they could be found dormant in their cocoons, and with the jack of swords he let us presume that other beings would reproduce like never before; besides, he did not dispute an order that obeyed the omens of his wife. In short, most were worried about the accumulation of omens that surrounded them, and made them believe that they could lose the illusions they had conquered by the mere fact of being collaborators with the despotic domination that they exercised over their subjects, whom they had in an uncertain world. where the future could not be glimpsed and the present was unforgivi...