Libro: "Los silenciosos".

 

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Simón José Antonio de la Santísima Trinidad Bolívar y Palacios could barely make out the silhouette of the doctor who it pulsed the heartbeat with his fingertips on his wrist. He imagined next to him the woman with the big black eyes with whom he shared the last years of his life. He felt her close to her, very close to her. He wanted to hug and kiss her, as he did on the day of the farewell when he renounced power and traveled to Santa Marta, but identical to the elusive freedom he only breathed the humid air of the Caribbean Sea that was waiting to take him on a boat, very far away. of the land in which he fought. "If my death contributes for the parties to cease and the union to be consolidated, I will go down to the grave in peace," he said in his will to Colombians. Little by little, what seemed like a dream came true. The sunken eyes, the haggard face, the body flaccid by illness, were barely left in the memories because on the back of a chestnut he marched through the clouds towards the sun, to illuminate the men along the paths that would lead them to the freedom. He heard the clicking of horses from afar, and saw the dust that they raised on the plains of Casanare, led by skilled horsemen who carried machetes at their waists. Manuelita was erect on a steed. He remembered her in the moonless nights when he prepared the hammock, defending him from the mosquitoes and the enemies that always stalked him, even when he was on the brink of death raving for the freedom of America. He made a stop during the journey, as his horse galloping away from him took him away from life and led him to death; and from there to glory. Soon the darkness stalked him. He broke out in a cold sweat and felt Reverend's hand clenching his pulse. Ignorance, misery, the internal struggles of his followers, the Bolivian constitution, the September night, the Spaniards who harassed him, the caudillos who used his name, annihilated him more than the disease itself. Death consumed him in life, while the doctor watched him helplessly.

Terreno wanted to know everything about that man. The ideobibliotrón transported him to Bolívar's youth and learned of the ascent that he made with his teacher Simón Rodríguez to Mount Sacro, where he swore to fight for the freedom of his homeland. He met Terrena tracing the paths of history the moment they triggered the anti-time computer. He saw her chatting with the black slave who breastfed the hero in place of her mother, while Hipólita happily cried Simón's joyous entrance to Caracas.

 On the part of her, Terrena took advantage of a neglect of time, and dressed as a peasant she walked with the liberators of that time. She knew the sufferings of women for their children killed in the fighting, accompanying the soldiers at night who ripped through the wind with the sound of guitars. For a few moments she completely forgot that she came from a different world. Still, the time machine didn't fool her. She found her man playing the role of doctor, determined to save Bolívar's life with his knowledge. As a woman, she was handed over to a feudal lord before marrying a young peasant in love with her at that place in history. She listened to Manuelita recounting the delights of the Liberator with Petión, the general of the slaves who gave ships and weapons to liberate the peoples with the condition of freeing the slaves; and she looked at him sadly in front of a bonfire in the midst of his companions because only years later General José Hilario López would fulfill the word promised to the black who supported him financially at the beginning of the liberation feat.

Each one in his role, heard the claws of a young man who amused himself hunting the indigenous people to cut their hair in triumph. Later they saw him as an old man with a top hat on his head, sitting on an old-fashioned rocket, and with shields and flags of many countries in the sack that he had grasped with his hand on one of his shoulders, chewing gum, laughing out loud, because he possessed scientific advances held by the other hand. "It seems," Bolívar said, "to have been destined by providence to plague America with hunger and misery in the name of freedom."

After dying to the life of history, they thought to return to the future from which they came, convinced that scientists were wrong in the analysis of the data collected in the thousands of years that studied the origin and development of homo sapiens that existed on the planet land of the solar system of the Galactic Way, as bloody wars between his heirs threatened to destroy it. If this was true, the anti-time machine had placed them in a trap, because they were helpless since the ideobibliotron helmets were placed on their heads, and therefore they would not descend from the human race. Rather, it seemed that they would be destroyed in a nuclear hecatomb. Fortunately the man emerged unscathed from the wars mundials.

Centuries before, man created computer machines to make others that occupied a privileged place in consumer society, and through these they scrutinized nature and discovered the genetic laws that transformed the way of life of humans. If parents wanted certain qualities for their children, they got it by altering their genes. The labor pains in the woman were overcome. Man could be God himself. Misused these advances almost make him an alienated being because in the laboratory test tubes he made serial men specialized in whatever he wanted, and robots could also replace him.

It seemed like a chimera to get freedom. They saw it by another name in another time. He no longer used soldiers or horses or cannons. His weapons were laser beams and he frequently altered the media with proclamations of freedom.

They returned to the present of the future holding hands. Thus they learned about the ideals for which Bolívar fought, and they imagined him happy to see them contented.

The show was over.

The legend of golden

Just as there are so many others stories, there is one in which a man due to a strange disease could not have dreams. His contemporaries came to his aid, because if dogs and cats howled and purred like other animal species, why not this one. Have not you seen a dog, dreaming? Or if not, then what were the experiences of Pavlov? We can deduce that animals also dream. It was decided then that more attention had to be paid so that his dreams would surface like that of all humans where imagination and reality were confused, while life through time gave us new experiences that would translate into expectations, that with the time would be other dreams of better well-being. There are dreams of dreams. They decided to tell him how in the caves of Altamira they found some cave paintings of our original ancestors, which gave life to the reality they had. Men who were exposed to the struggle for the survival of the species. And to get it, they met in those caves, and went to their imaginations to make their dreams come true. They had prayed in their own way, and they had gone to their work: On the hunt.

First they dreamed of drawing the animals masterfully in the caves, and then they got what they dreamed. Man was beginning to understand something about dreams. The ancients who were defenseless before the laws of nature, to get their sustenance first approached their gods so that the hunt for the bison would come true. Later he learned that in those same lands, thousands of centuries later, the Cid Campeador would end up expelling the Moors while he riding dead, and that thanks to that victory a new dream for man would come true. A new world. 

Species of unknown animals and plants would amazed those men, as if they were hallucinated. But a nightmare would come with those dreams. With the Moors the Jews also had gone and with them all that could be prosperity. The gold that represented for the majority that went in pursuit of these new lands, it would be the backwardness for the Spaniards, while the English with the industrial revolution would be the owners of the world, and with these new dreams, ideas of freedom that as never before had seen, presage that everything would change forever.Then the man began to dream. Germán Arciniegas in your book "The man of the golden", this legend would be the stimulus for the dream of Manco de Lepanto thatwrote Don Quixote. One very different from what they were looking for those who wanted fame and fortune in these lands discovered. They were ideal represented in that character who is still fighting the blades of windmills. He wanted to come to this land, but as he could not, was content to listen and read the adventures of the conquistadors, and among them those of Gonzalo Jimenez de Quezada. A dream that would immortalize.  The man finally did what his contemporaries wanted: He dreamed. And the dream would generate equal to those of the Jews nightmares. He un-derstood how these new lands after producing new dreams, greed for mate-rial wealth would generate conflicts. Amid all these dreams other languages with different customs to those of Cervantes, with a more pragmatic religion they would make the conquest of the West attracted crowds glimpsed dreams of freedom. Golden legend sparked new ways of thinking. He glimpsed that new nightmares would come in his shadow. Not everything that flashed was gold or progress because wars would continue despite those dreams. He imagined then an imaginary country built on a bridge in the largest river in the world, and which contained the answers to the concerns that no human being had been able to carry out. In the skirt of the woman who represented the statue of liberty, he supposed that the modern armies would go astray, and in exchange for the dead, the smell of the flowers of freedom would be possessed in the hearts, which with only smelling they would get the peace and happiness that they were looking for. And yet the nightmares continue, and the same men who wanted to dream, finally decided he had no right to that. The equality of which he dreamed, it was not the same of them.Freedom was a simple fallacyShe was chained. He learned truths that were hidden. Greed and avarice were the owners in those worlds where the indecent prospering. Those dreams although dreams, chimeras were overflowing concerns in find-ing new satisfactions. Since that time the man continued to dream. The Legend of Golden would becom-ing a reality. The contradictions continue.

Introduction

  "The Legend of Golden" is part of dreams about freedom and altruistic values that society has left us, and reflects the same as other stories ideals that Europeans were forged on the chimera of the gold that attracted the con-quistadors who discovered the continent we call "America", which was inhabited by aborigines and other plant and animal species unknown to them. After these, came crowds of immigrants fleeing from pests and reli-gious wars on the continent, in the search for new dreams motivated by the ideas of thinkers of his time who believed they could here deploy all the virtues of humanity that these they had not.  Others are part of those dreams in relation to our universe and space that have allowed us to imagine other experiences that have answers as we go sowing the values of coexistence and solidarity among men around the no-destruction of our planet with deforestation by mismanagement of natural resources and chemical waste produced by the industrialized countries that have generated global warming. Already man has undertaken the colonization of other planets in the sidereal space that until now we began to unravel in order to elucidate our true origins, what will surely be the pilgrimage of man towards the immensity of the cosmos, while we preserve our planet, that it is the only thing what we have to survive as a life and as a human species.

The vile business of war and violence are also reflected in these short sto-ries where geopolitical ambitions of the develope countries have influenced our social behavior by the ambition of power and wealth among our fel-low human beings, the relativity of our existence in space, the business of the wars they has created weapons of mass destruction, nightmares and other human weak-nesses that make us worse than those of animals, stories ranging from fiction to reality, and we can read as if they were a chronic.

Anyway, most were written approximately 1,972, except for a few in those early years, when we dreamed of a better world than we have had to live. So are these short stories: “Dreams where many would come true through time.”

The Legend of Golden

This blog was published in Spanish several years ago and there is also a book published on Amazon; but as the translations always fail, the author intends to publish it in English to be more faithful to the original, because even if there is a good translation, there are always errors that prevent getting a good idea of the original book.