viernes, 16 de noviembre de 2012
“Diosa inclemente que por alabanza añora
La soledad impía de quien le arrebata honor,
Escucha mi súplica escalar los peldaños
Del que te manifiesta amor”.
Así me propuse hablar con la doncella
De quien en mi corazón arrebatos coloca
Para que con el fervor con el que le sigo pista
Pudiera dar con la gentil señora.
Después de días de búsqueda
Al fin pude dar con semejante Diosa
Sólo para observar la dialéctica de mi alma,
Mientras, fundido mi corazón en sino oscuro
Dictaba la sinsabor de mi desesperanza.
Impulsándome, pues, la virtud de la instancia
A quien los Discípulos evocan en la firme ultranza
Me mostraba la labor que, fidedigna de mi amor
Me instruía en el fragor de mil batallas
Para despertar, querido lector, los cruentos relatos
Que de mi memoria huella instalan.
La gran señora, piadosa, pura, mostrabase plena
De la dulce mezcla de los nueve reinos
Mientras mi oprobio sentido pleno
Daba fe en una y mil pausas…
domingo, 11 de noviembre de 2012
As the smoke slowly faded, the figure stood naked. Height of 1.64 meters, the burly man had looked very sturdy, but confused, not knowing how he got here or who was the voice that spoke to him, only managed to remain provocative, arrogant. Although he was scared, he was a soldier and his king would not run away from it.
'I told you not to move, young soldier. The voice spoke perfect-Old Persian have no idea where you are or what purpose will fulfill here, but will be glorious for you and the others who have been "stolen" from their places of origin.
- Who are you? Bears waking the fury of Anusiya, bringing me to a place I am not with my family? Did you know well that your death is what you've earned as are?
-Quiet, warrior. Not sure where you are or if you die. But do not worry. These friends. We just want to make you an offer. You'll have some time to think though you can not leave here. If you accept the gift, the glory will cover you and your ancestors. If you refuse, you will simply return to where you belong.
The proud mercenary reasons and did not understand. He had begun to seek, in the darkness, in terror, an exit. The light illuminating the center of the room had stopped cause tranquility, as he realized that it was not natural. There was a hole in the roof! The gods were playing a joke ... or was it the work of Ahriman. Surely Zahhak was setting a trap and was in some kind of purgatory, although not imagine why: he was a good husband and fervent soldier. Anyway groping, until he realized that there was no escape. Then he began to cry. The voice was silent. Perhaps the devil he was doing this he was having fun at his expense, so I try to calm down. I would not give that pleasure. The, for years, had been a Anusiya very proud of his lineage and his king would be proud of him.
- Quiet soldier. You are speaking the truth-was someone else with him. What kind of magic was this? - Just relax. I think I can explain everything, if you calm down and give me your word that you will not make any attempt to escape. Fulfil your word to free if you do not accept the offer. And I think, the most noted, asked to speak with you personally.
From the shadows emerged. Then the warrior could see clearly through the magical sun, amid the place, who would speak that way. And he acknowledged. It was him. He brought his characteristic armor, metallic leather lined. Although noticed that, unlike traditional colors Greeks this armor was black. From the greaves and sandals. The skirt was loose strips of black leather too intense. The breastplate and back also black, white complexion magnify man standing before him. But the shield, one of a kind, made just for the son of the Goddess by Vulcan, confirmed his thoughts. He immediately bowed to pay respect to that of the light feet that spoke of both the legends of his people, the mighty warrior, Ἀχιλλεύς Αἰακίδης.
I see you recognize me, fearful Athanatoi. Then you will know that my words are true. Come, let's talk and see the wise decision of my words and I'm sure that we will reach an agreement. What's your name?
- Megistias, Alfeocenis son, lomarka Corinth campaign.
- Well. Conversemos, young warrior ...
As soon as they heard the whispers in the shadows of the place. Whoever was in that kind of interrogation knew that there, in the dark, two men off the charts were talking in a language that only they understand: the war. But above all, they knew that this was the start of something big.
And they urged the eleven men in the room sounds. This window on top of the interrogation area, covered by a special glass that camuflajeaba to blend into the shadows of the great hall which was the eye of the storm at the time, was not only a place to perform these practices . No ... went beyond that. The gray circle on the floor was just the visible part of a gigantic machine that actually did what many men had desired, wanted and dreamed in the past two thousand years. They were masters of this, and thus fulfill the wishes of one who was far above them. The goddess that responded had given them a curse and were willing to sacrifice everything in pursuit of fulfilling its mandate, the bloodiest way possible.
-Lebbeus ... everything goes according to the minutes. What else would you suggest that? - Matthew, the man sat frowning while crossing the left leg in the opposite direction indicated. Lebbeus, who was turning his back looking down, as if he knew where were those in the celestial room, did not move as they responded.
-Calm your cravings Matthew. - Turning now to confront his accuser. The other men in the room located just watched. Soon we will have ready-to these men. Then we can start the discussion. We have lived long enough to know that this is the way, do not understand why it bothers you so much ...
-It bothers me because time has passed and we are just glimpsing the nature of our actions. It bothers me that we have not taken the necessary steps to initiate discussion of Malachi. It bothers me that ...
-Silence-Simon broke the dialogue, always serious. His beard was long since disappeared, but the bulk of his eyebrows was his trademark. Has sounded the alarm. Akilleus has finished its work. Ábranle the door, we want you to know .... Megistias
Mientras el humo se desvanecía lentamente, la figura desnuda se levantaba. De 1.64 metros de estatura, el fornido hombrecillo tenía pinta muy recia, pero confundido por no saber cómo había llegado aquí ni quien era aquella voz que le hablaba, solo atinaba a permanecer provocador, arrogante. Aunque estaba asustado, era un soldado y su rey no andaría lejos de él.
—Ya te dije que no te muevas, joven soldado. —La voz hablaba un perfecto persa antiguo—No tienes idea de en donde te encuentras o que propósito cumplirás aquí, pero será glorioso para ti y los otros que han sido “robados” de sus lugares de origen.
— ¿Quién eres? Osas despertar la furia de los Anusiya, trayéndome a un lugar que no es junto a mi familia? ¿Acaso sabes bien que tu sentencia de muerte es lo que has ganado en cuanto te encuentren?
—Calma, guerrero. No sabes en donde te encuentras o si puedes morir. Pero no te preocupes. Estas entre amigos. Solo queremos hacerte un ofrecimiento. Tendrás un tiempo para pensarlo aunque no podrás salir de aquí. Si aceptas el regalo, la gloria cubrirá a tus ancestros y a ti. Si no aceptas, simplemente serás devuelto a donde perteneces.
El orgulloso mercenario ya no entendía de razones. Había comenzado a buscar, entre la oscuridad, presa del terror, una salida. La luz que iluminaba el centro del cuarto ya había dejado de provocarle tranquilidad, en cuanto se dio cuenta de que no era natural. ¡No había un hueco en el techo! Los dioses le estaban jugando una broma… o era todo obra de Ahrimán. Seguramente Zahhak le estaba tendiendo una trampa y estaba en alguna especie de purgatorio, aunque no se imaginaba por qué: era buen esposo y ferviente soldado. En todo caso buscaba a tientas, hasta que comprendió que no había escapatoria. Entonces comenzó a gritar. La voz había callado. Tal vez el demonio que le estaba haciendo esto se estaba divirtiendo a sus costillas, así que intento tranquilizarse. No le daría ese gusto. El, por años, había sido un Anusiya muy orgulloso de su linaje y su rey estaría orgulloso de él.
— Tranquilo soldado. Te están hablando con la verdad— Había alguien más con él. ¿Qué clase de magia era esta? — Solo relájate. Creo que yo puedo explicártelo todo, si te tranquilizas y me das tu palabra de que no harás ningún intento de escapar. Cumplirán su palabra de liberarte si no aceptas la oferta. Y creo que, siendo el más indicado, pedí hablar personalmente contigo.
De las sombras emergió. Entonces aquel guerrero pudo ver claramente, por medio del sol mágico, en medio del lugar, a quien le hablaba de esa forma. Y lo reconoció. Era él. Traía la armadura que lo caracterizaba, metalica con bordeados de cuero. Aunque notaba que, a diferencia de los colores tradicionales griegos, esta armadura era de color negro. Desde las grebas y las sandalias. La falda de tiras sueltas era de un cuero negro demasiado intenso. El peto y el espaldar también negros, magnificaban la tez blanca del hombre parado frente a él. Pero el escudo, único en su tipo, hecho sólo para el hijo de la Diosa por Vulcano, confirmo sus pensamientos. De inmediato se inclinó para rendir respeto a aquel de los pies ligeros del que se hablaba tanto en las leyendas de su pueblo, el guerrero más poderoso, Ἀχιλλεύς Αἰακίδης.
—Veo que me reconoces, temible Athanatoi. Entonces sabrás que mis palabras son verdad. Ven, hablemos y verás la sabia decisión de mis palabras y estoy seguro de que llegaremos a un acuerdo. ¿Cómo te llamas?
— Megistias, hijo de Alfeocenis, lomarka de la campaña de Corintos.
— Bien. Conversemos, joven guerrero…
Apenas se oían los susurros entre las sombras del lugar. Quien fuera que estuviese en esa especie de interrogatorio sabía que allí, en plena oscuridad, dos hombres fuera de serie estaban hablando en un idioma que solo ellos comprendían: el de la guerra. Pero sobre todas las cosas, sabían que esto era el inicio de algo grande.
Y así lo instaban los once hombres dentro del salón de sonidos. Este escaparate en la parte superior de la zona de interrogatorios, cubiertos por un vidrio especial que se camuflajeaba para confundirse entre las sombras del gran salón que era el ojo del huracán en esos momentos, era no solamente un sitio para poder realizar este tipo de prácticas. No… iba más allá de eso. El círculo de color gris en el piso era solo la parte visible de una gigantesca maquinaria que hacía realidad lo que muchos hombres habían deseado, buscado y soñado en estos últimos dos mil años. Ellos eran los dueños de esto, y con ello cumplirían los deseos de aquel que estaba muy por encima de ellos. La divinidad a la que respondían les había dado una maldición y estaban dispuestos a sacrificarlo todo en pos de cumplir su mandato, de la forma más sangrienta posible.
—Lebeo… todo va de acuerdo a la minuta. ¿Qué otra cosa sugieres al respecto? — Mateo, el hombre sentado, fruncía el ceño mientras cruzaba la pierna izquierda en dirección contraria a la del señalado. Lebeo, quien estaba dándoles la espalda viendo hacia abajo, como si supiera donde se encontraban aquellas personas, en la Sala Celestial, no se movio mientras les respondía.
—Calma tus ansias Mateo. — volteo ahora a confrontarse con su acusador. Los demás hombres situados en el cuarto solo observaban. —Pronto tendremos listos a estos hombres. Entonces podremos iniciar la deliberación. Hemos vivido lo suficiente para saber que este es el camino, no entiendo por qué te molesta tanto…
—Me molesta porque ya ha pasado tiempo y apenas estamos vislumbrando la naturaleza de nuestros actos. Me molesta que no hemos emprendido las acciones necesarias para iniciar las deliberaciones de Malaquías. Me molesta que…
—Silencio—Simón rompía el dialogo, siempre serio. Hacía mucho que su barba desaparecía, pero el grueso de sus cejas era su sello inconfundible—. Ha sonado la alarma. Akilleus ya ha terminado su labor. Ábranle la puerta, quiero que Megistias nos conozca….
And there it was. A small Catrina whom they had named Catherine, watching carefully. And I make this statement because most vividly seen her to look at me at any given time. I swear! She was looking for the phone. I myself had arranged to take a picture and upload it to social networks. I thought at the time charming detail. But now she was sitting in her little chair, on my desk, with the head turned directly to where I was.
At first turn where my colleagues to make sure someone else was a witness. If that happened, no one would cross out of crazy. But there was no answer. All were tucked in their affairs, so if I said anything, I would be laughed at by the whole office. So I kept doing my job. But at times it felt. That leer. Desnudadora. Diabolical. Sometimes overcame my fear and turned. There was scrutinizing me with those plastic eyes. It was not even possible for the two tiny black colored balls were in that position, because the eyes were hollow: gravity had to be at the bottom, giving the impression that saw original down. And yet I was watching.
Get out of my seat, gripped by a fear infinity as the eternal grin curved, giving the impression that I was smiling.
- Moved! I swear! Moved!
Everyone looked at me astonished. The way I got out of my chair was enough to understand that there was some kind of joke and my face probably showed my legitimate terror. But distracted for a moment, decided to follow in his routine. One of them turned to where I pointed, and immediately looked back to his task. Puzzled by the lack of response I steeled myself and turned my head only to find it was right in its original form. It did not seem to have moved or deformed in any way. However, when I sat back, gave me the impression that turned around to me, smiling, sideways ...
I remember well the old Marcelino. While I'm standing in front of his grave my soul travels back to reconnect with him, typical seaman, port. He was always, ever since I met him in years, in shorts, sandals and old shirts, ungainly. Yes, always teaching, because he was unbuttoned all the time, his prominent belly-earned from a life of waste and rough fisherman tasks.
It was spoken by nature evil. His personality was rude to talk with him any more of a dialogue out loudly, at least on his part. Smoked after their unmistakable delicate smoked or Faritos, chatted with you if you were an adult or trying to scare you with his imposing presence. Why yes: despite its poor condition, seafarers, knew impose his presence wherever he was.
I met him by my grandparents. Do not know how I knew and I never thought to ask. Child in the end, I was afraid, it disappeared in my youth, and was displaced by an incredible respect. They had a place in the main square of the kiosk, which was fair view of the main facade of the city hall of the town. Sold scrapings from consciousness and had never abandoned the habit of opening in the evenings. Coastal town, people left at that time to take a walk to the huge park and sit around, preferably in the kiosk and ask one of the locals in a scraping or a drink or snack. There I saw him last. He had gone to the market, a block, to buy totopo and his pack of cigarettes. With his sullen, always talking directly, openly, it was only a matter of a greeting to me and took his place alongside the greatest, to chat for a while before climbing. I do not remember if I ever visit your home, but I imagine that if, at some point in one of many holidays that I spent there.
Back in those days just to those people that I met my first love, which also met the scorn and humiliation. Where we are treated to the capital as people are not well liked, even the name "chilangos" has a special flavor of contempt. However both civilization has come to criticize us eat them and now there is no difference in some neighborhoods of the place. And I learned that the old sea dog, the big man, the foul-mouthed Marcelino had died. Asleep. As sleep great men teach the world a bit of what they are. And while I am here, at the foot of his grave, and I well remember fondly, the old ...
La bestia se movía al compás del corazón de Irene. No había podido encontrarla desde que se escondiera pero en la oscuridad atenida a ese infernal silencio, podía sentir que él jugaba con ella. Se estaba resignando a ver sus ojos verdes brillantes brillar en la oscuridad aparecer de pronto enfrente de ella y que su aliento pútrido fuera lo último antes de que sus garras la tomaran y la jalaran hacia él. Se imaginaba a si misma mientras la criatura la agarrara y probablemente la partiera en dos, acabando al instante con su vida; o que la mordiera y la infectara, dejando a su suerte lenta y dolorosamente. O que la infección la transformara en alguien como el. Su imaginación se desbordaba en aparatosos finales para su vida que comenzaba apenas.
Se tapaba la boca con las dos manos… cualquier ruido lo atraería rápidamente. Como buen monstruo, debía tener muy desarrollados los sentidos del olfato. De la vista. No sabía. Y no saber la desesperaba: ¿Cómo podría enfrentarse a este ser? ¿Cómo se salvaría? Necesitaba rápidamente aprender algo, pero en esa situación y ante la disyuntiva de salir y morir por cualquier tipo de ataque, tenía que pensar. Pronto se le acabarían las opciones de escondite al ente y la encontraría, tarde que temprano.
de pronto, quedo frente a su refugio: Seguía buscándola, pero no volteaba y ella tenía que pensar rápido en caso de que en cualquier instante la seguridad de su guarida se viniera abajo al encontrarse él de frente a ella. Si se levantaba y corría hacia la izquierda, tendría que agacharse por unos tubos a la mitad de lugar, pero por el tamaño desproporcionado de la bestia, le daría oportunidad para buscar otro escondrijo o huir perdiéndosele de vista. Pero no sabía que tan inteligente era el monstruo. ¿Y si saltaba por entre los tubos? Eso le daría oportunidad de preparar una emboscada y en cuanto ella saliera le saltaría encima. Si corría hacia la derecha, entraría en una serie de pasillos, anaqueles decenas que le permitirían adentrarse aún más en la nave industrial que ahora era, por todos lados, una trampa mortal. Pero dependería su éxito solamente de poder ser más veloz que él, un instante, para perdersele de vista y entonces confundirle entre los pasillos que, por fortuna, tampoco eran muy largos.
Tenía que pensar y tomar una decisión. Y era ahora nunca: el ser volteo y la observó fijamente, como el cazador que esta satisfecho al encontrar su presa. Y antes de que ella pudiera salir disparada hacia la derecha, el largo brazo izquierdo ya iba en el aire, trazando una curva antes de toparse en ella, con un lazo que la lanzo al otro lado. Era el fin, el golpe la aturdió y un golpe en la cabeza con el chicoteo la dejo inconsciente.
Irene ya no pudo observar como el aliento fétido cubría por completo su cara. las mandíbulas, listas para soltar el mordisco, se detuvieron de pronto. El celular que ella traía sonaba en una extraña interferencia. La bestia volteo y lo vio allí, inmóvil. Una delgada marioneta sin rostro parecía estarlo vigilando. Tentáculos salieron de su espalda y a una velocidad infame atraparon los brazos del monstruo. Este rugió de ira y se dispuso a atacar al intruso. No le quitarían su comida. Pero no podía moverse. La fuerza en los tentáculos era formidable, lo suficiente para atraparlo y no permitirle moverse más allá de ese lugar. Rugió como nunca antes, grito de batalla entre dos engendros infernales. Pero aquella forma humanice no se movía. No expresaba ningún sentimiento, no como su adversario, que era furia en su estado más puro. Solo permanecía allí, parado, inmóvil. Comenzó a mover la cabeza hacia un lado y hacia otro hasta que fue un movimiento frenético, desquiciado. eso embotaba aún más la actitud rubicunda del gigantesco pseudoanimal que enfrentaba, Quería soltarse, despedazar todo.
Solo fue un momento. La bestia giro la cabeza. Slender ya no se encontraba allí. Sin embargo sus tentáculos seguían apresando, aunque la dirección de la que venían cambiaba y se alargaba hasta desaparecer detrás de la entrada de un cuarto al fondo, la pared no permitía ver por dentro. La bestia sintió que esa era su oportunidad. Al no verlo, podría safarse de aquellos tentáculos y comenzaría la cacería del que lo insulto. pero no podía romper la fuerza de aquellas titánicas fuerzas, de aquellos tentáculos que parecían imposibles de doblegar, intento morder uno de ellos, pero se encontró con un sabor terrible que lo hizo soltar esa forma grotesca. No podía escapar y finalmente lo entendió: el era ahora la presa.
Y mientras intentaba, sin éxito alguno, soltarse de su captor, no pudo ver que detrás de él, la forma del hombre delgado aparecía. Y mientras su cabeza parecía, de pronto, derretirse y un brillo salía de los recovecos que se iban descubriendo, la bestia comenzó a gritar. pero esta vez no era furia. Esta vez estaba sintiendo dolor...
While touring the labyrinthine corridors of the store, clearly heard mocking cries Bathory: clearly, the vampire airborne, it seemed impossible to escape his presence.
- Why do you think you'll get out of this, little rat commoner? With your death, my son feed him beyond his wildest dreams and we will be invincible, jajajajajajaja ja ......!
He imagined too much time trying to hide the monster who had murdered his companions while ago. The brutal slaughter engender new vampires, all loyal to the Blood Countess, so he must give notice ... Raul was the only person alive in miles around. He had to get a car. Maybe the speed is a weakness of sinister creatures that haunted him.
There were only a few meters. But I could not go in a straight line, by force would surround the power plant that hid the rear door. Surely there was the car of the director general. A good car, that would ensure a quick getaway if I could start it, and it did not have the keys. I just needed enough to be hiding out in silence. Maybe it was like turning on the car, it could be long enough in silence to be able to escape. They laugh at their attempts to murder and could go to the police. Had a picture that would show that he was not crazy! Just praying that police will not touch too skeptical. I had enough of hearing screams of terror and macabre apparitions to have to endure taunts and deletions of madness who was probably the only survivor Axelbund plant.
-Devils-thought-If there are only a few meters. Why did they have to hide out with that stupid machine? Luckily helped with much darkness. But given all these deceptions head of the comics and movies, vampires certainly had some kind of night view, so that they might seem to day. U ultrasensitive noses. I did not know and that made him go even slower. Trying filled with machines, not giving them time to react to a noise. Also, the shadows were so dense very helpful in advance, since he had to go so carefully that virtually walked a short stretch in a very long time, among which tempted and then progressed without making much noise.
I can see the exit door. But I spot something else, as he glanced quickly and returned to the relative safety of the corner where he was. He thought he saw a guy standing there with a suit. I saw very quickly. Would it also a vampire? No I could make out well. I even thought I could not see his face. Surely terror and adrenaline played a trick on him. He lean, but there was nothing there. It could not be. If you had gone very fast man, by force would have made a lot of noise with the door. And out the other side, have had to go to his side, so that, seeing him, Raul would have pulled to warn of the terrible danger he would be. Or do you really seen? Maybe I was too tired ....
The road was now clear. But he began to feel that someone was watching him. I glance one last time, making sure no one was following him. Nothing. Then I move slowly. He was terrified of the sound of his heart was strong enough to alert the Countess and converted vampires. It was as quiet as possible. Finally he reached the door. And as he opened it, the second I turned to make sure you were not in the store, he saw the enigmatic person I had seen before, by the door. Now I had a little more time. His heart helo. Indeed I had no face! He was clad in a black suit and held the same position as when he first saw it. How could be no face? The fear was real, almost crying just a feeling. Do you also he was chasing? Why not attack? That awful feeling this, that pierced the soul, as if a terrible cry had been uttered by a dead mother looking for her children! We did not mind the noise, that vision was more frightening than having to confront those undead. At Least Bathory laughed, showing feelings or hatred ... but this was in front of him ... what could show? It was a terrifying anything ...
-You probably already know my son could see human-Countess continued talking while flying over the stock in your search. Still not localized, as he ran out. She continued talking and Raul clearly heard. - Is it a beautiful body, is not it? He has been told in many ways in the past. But it has always managed to stay out of the limelight and into the nightmares of children worldwide. I, your mother, I have to show him clothed blood must run in the world. Slender Now you say, but have no idea what it really is. At least not the living ...
At this point Raúl was terrified trying to open the car, while the view was the door, waiting for the monster to come out at any moment. But several seconds had passed and nothing. Bathory continued his talk ...
-You can only see a glimpse of the nature of my son moments before he died ...
He turned on the car radio suddenly. But it was just interference. Question was one second. Swing with the intention of running on the road and there it was. Together it. Seeing without eyes. And as the light faded and could see like tentacles coming out of his back, he understood what the Countess Bathory spoke. Now I could see, before I die, the true face of the Slender ..
Over the day we met. And it all started from there. So many memories of my heart that fails to shed tears of joy the wind because you have done for me. I've filled sensations. Idiosyncrasies of dead and lives of others. You came into this life just beginning and really iluminaste unwittingly.
We played sometimes what you want. Just to be with you. But you also prestabas to play whatever I wanted, in order to remain at my side. Sometimes berrinchuda eras, like the time you wanted an ice cream and I, no money, did not know what to do. Cried and cried. And it occurred to me just a crazy idea and told the grandfather that your doll, your daughter, had broken his arm and needed a doctor urgently. He, sensing reality pretended to swallow my deception and gave me enough to fulfill your whims. But upon leaving, my name and guiñéndome an eye with that big smile and wonder ...
- It's worth it, right?
-Every time Grandma ....
Only non-well son all the time ...
And so it was. But not by me. Thought you understood that you could only give you that luxury once. He never came back to do something. And after you told me it was there, where you stayed pinned me. Because even if it was an ordinary act, say anything to keep you comfortable.
Thus passed weeks. Months. Years. We grew up next to each other. We parted at school, everyone had to pursue their dreams. But the dream always mightiest of all ages, you mine and I yours. So we knew that sooner or later, would see us. Because I could not breathe well if you were not by my side. The technology was on our side .... Webcams. Cell phone. Email. We never hartábamos each other, and up came a time when we had it up to here with the other, lol ... it was fun if you shared the moment you.
So now here, in front of the dresser, I'm ready. The ring has called me. Want to be yours. And hope you do it. Because of my life will be worth nothing if you do not decide to continue making me gestures, like that time in the window, when I met you my heart and swear, without my knowing, that one day you'd be my wife ....
It was night and he was surprised that he was so damn far from home. I should walk, for the hundred dollars he had in one of his pockets alone would make him a target of theft, rather than help him get home. So he sailed through the streets, which, even though it was already dawn, people outside had the occasional house. It gave him confidence. The problem would be coming to the Board of Xochiaca. The place, that yes it was completely dark and lonely by the immensity of the avenue. Dreary, gloomy. That one scared him. But there was no way to get home, walk around the board until the avenue seven and walking up the avenue there Pantitlan or take a van and pray that everything went well.
It took a few minutes when he lost all sense. Just remember that moon and the face of a woman with a cake in hand tamale. But was it a dream? A nightmare? We gave ten in the morning and he was at home resting.
He got up and was surprised when I get to the bathroom ... ensangrantado all panicked. What had happened? What was going on with him? Decided first of all take a bath and then dressed and out to investigate to see if something was out of the everyday context. Or that the gossips of the neighborhood knew something and could know.
Nothing. Everything was as normal as ever. -Maybe it was a dream, he thought. Lso probably still under influence of alcohol, he thought it was blood. Equal treatment and only mud, fell and so drunk and did not even notice. Yeah, that must have been.
As always, past the newsstand paused to see the headlines, because he did not like to buy newspapers, but rather that he could read as well and be a little aware. And that's when he saw her. The paper clearly showed it. The guerita was there, lying on the floor. On one side, a tamale cake half-eaten. Quickly pulled out a few coins, barely enough to buy a newspaper and to the surprise of the seller to the nascent upheaval, and continued recovery in its affairs. And as he walked, he realized what they were saying: that some sort of giant animal attacked her in the street, just as he had just bought the cake, because only that explained the nature of the wounds, not human. And as he walked, his heart resumed normal rhythm. Surely everything would have to be a bad dream, a joke, much like the dream that mingled in his mind of wolf ..