THE LEGEND OF THE GOLDEN

  The shadow of my shadow is not the same as me, nor is it the shadow of you or of any other or another, but the only one similar to the shadow of your shadow of another or another. Like someone who says: "It belongs to everyone a little, and to none too." She roamed through the thoughts of Julius Caesar or Napoleon. He was also at the side of Bolívar or San Martín. He accompanied the Christians in their captivity, and followed them to their peak in the Middle Ages. It still haunts us, like a shadow that is not a shadow. When we spit, the shadow reveals the sputum on the ground. The shadow of my shadow does the opposite. He probably laughs, or blasphemes with exhaustion. It slips into the books accumulated in libraries, or into the memory of computers where centuries go back in seconds. Try not to get in the way of every man. Let us meditate and weigh the current concerns, and wait patiently for our mistakes to make us vibrate with your conscience. Aware of our mistakes, she ...

On that occasion the men discussed their regrets and placed them on the oblivion table to discern about the way forward. They weighed the future, and agreed with nature to prevent the destruction of life. Each one left the feelings seized before the judgment of their descendants, in case they did not comply with the agreement. In return, Mother Earth watered her fruits in pots. It spared the joys in the anguished hearts. An immense uproar went through the entire globe celebrating the freedom that came through science. The clouds of death were cornered in the deepest part of the universe, and new worlds were discovered. Now they walk through the corridors of galaxies in the middle of unknown planets.

  -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...

 

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 ...