THE LEGEND OF THE GOLDEN

Last night in a lonely alley I tried to rob the guy I'm telling you. It came tumbling from side to side. I walked over quickly and grabbed him by the flap of the jacket, while it pulled him close to the wall. He asked what if I killed those who didn't have a penny in their pockets. -I said yes, even with many money. He proceeded to get rid of the jacket and shirt. He showed me a stain on his heart, in case I had a revolver. -I answered no. Then he pointed to his right side, at the end of one of the floating ribs, in a wound that was bleeding. He told me to proceed. I did it ruthlessly with the knife in my hand. Dumbfounded I looked at him. It was the same. Without saying anything, he continued on the path he was leading. If you believe as I do, it could be Jesus Christ who made me such a charade.

The magician has been harassing man for centuries. Live in the immensity of the void sheltered from the sinister shadows left by the lights of the stars. It levitates its shadow through the centuries and lets us reach its magical breath in strange sounds that blind us with its hidden forces. The fight against these has always been because it is not a mortal enemy. His stubbornness in colonizing human mysteries made us do a thousand times all our intelligence, so as not to fall into the darkness of the cosmos.  On that occasion the invention of fire served to light the torches in all corners of the planet that dazzled the conjurer and forced him to illuminate the shadows that travel in infinite space. Knowing his failure, he built an imaginary mirror located between the lights of the stars, and made the lights travel fleetingly, breaking our hearts. That was how everything we did fell apart and the matter turned out to be an enchanted dream. We also had to break that spell, because ...

For centuries the human being made life impossible on earth. Atomic tests, acid rain, radioactive waste, deforestation, global warming, evaporation from the sea, etc .; they made the planet the garbage dump of the universe. And also during all this time the man who put satellites after satellites around the earth managed to build immense swarms of rings that revolved around it. Thus they were building countless artificial cities that housed the vegetation and fauna that they could save. Now man lives in an artificial world, waiting for the day that he can return to what was once his paradise.

While they were making love, in another region of the earth, a false alarm caused by a series of technical failures that coincided with the verbal confrontations between the heads of the great powers caused that the electrical flows   to be unleashed between the electrical flows of the computers the automatic order to fire anti-missile rockets. The announced world war had begun. Clara and Nestor, ecstatic, saw the reflection of the light that suddenly illuminated the earth through the window of the room. A slight heat invaded them, since the explosions had been from the other side of the earth. They believed it was dawn. The large fire mushrooms only gave them time to dress and go out into the street scared. Great human tides did the same in other parts of the globe. The couple without understanding what was happening, hugged each other. The same man was the exterminator of his own fellow men.

The bomb exploded silently. Without making a sound, it raised a cloud of dust that swept across the land. One dog turned into thousands of puppies. One cat in other thousands. And so on. So the world got bigger by making living and inanimate things smaller. Man multiplied and spread in the universe. The same bomb forced him to disable the rest because they no longer served what they were created for.

Aura, she said in my ear: -Varga Vila wrote "Aura o las violetas", in honor of the love he feels for me. I hugged her and gave her a kiss trying to keep the jealousy out of my head. I took her to a small hotel in the Santafé neighborhood, and we made love. I promised to tell Vargas Vila about us, so that he would have no illusions. He insisted that I tell him nothing. I nodded my head. I cleared my throat a bit, and we made love again.

- Mommy! Mommy! The mirror makes faces at me. -Don't be careful my love. Sitting on the seat of the mother's dressing table, she rubbed the glass with her hands, winking at him and looking at the trees and mountains that reflected the mirror. -Mirror, mirror, it said. I would like to enter and know your world.  He gladly accepted. She felt smaller than before. Inside he found a cat and mouse playing like two old friends. Those were the times when cats no longer ate mice, and they did not have fleas or transmit diseases. They were guinea pigs in scientists' labs. He jumped into a drop of water vapor rising from the damp earth to the clouds. This is how he got to know the natural flora and fauna of the land. Later he returned in drop of water that fell on a petal of one of the roses in his home garden. - Mommy! The mirror keeps making faces at me. -Quiet little daughter; make faces at him too. And the girl happy because the mother did not notice the  stroll ...