When was that? I think about 20 years ago or so ... I'm sure that happened in October. That day it had rained but that did not stop the attractions of the festival were operating at night. What time was it? The ten and a half or maybe eleven at night. The neighborhood was on the outskirts of town, and attractions of the festival were housed in an open field. Next to this open space was an abandoned building half-built, very high, a danger because it was falling apart, but this building was an anecdote. Imposing the vastness of open space, wilderness, desert and, above all, dark. As I said, it was eleven at night and most of the attractions were closed off with a plastic tarp covering them. It was Monday and people were not eager to party. I was just running a treadmill, old and dirty. And the wheel was a boy with vacant eyes. But I was not at the festival but in the open, hidden in the darkness, looking hypnotized the wheel and children of the wheel. The festival was not very large, only four attractions, but all she was like an oasis of light in the middle of the vast desert of darkness. I was really scared, because the darkness was terrible when compared with light, and this festival was all light, made me want to run away and seek refuge in shrill music and flashes of color, but could not run, I dare. Heard noises behind me, but I dared not turn his head. Perhaps was the same night that challenged me, testing my control. "Do you love me? Want to see my real face? So please, turn around and kiss me in the teeth ... "Despite the fear, was to remain there in the dark of night, the lights of the festival in the distance, reminding him that he was helpless and hopeless . I remember the boy was scared. Fear of the dark around him. Knew that, sooner or later, the wheel would stop spinning and would have to be downloaded from the attraction. He knew he should cross the open field to get home, was immersed in the blackness of the night to return to the mediocrity of his life. And there I was, alone and helpless, endlessly circling, hoping that the next round was not the last, watching the darkness of the night struggling to fill the festival as a tidal wave. Within minutes the child would swim in these murky waters. And I would be waiting to show their teeth at night.
the wheel finally stopped. The child hesitated for several seconds and finally got off the horse yellowish and flaking. The manager of the attraction satisfied spat on the ground and disconnected the wheel. And like dominoes is treated, the few lights that were still burning died down slightly little. Only survived the light of the well. The child felt no relief, because the light could not cut the darkness of the night and could not protect me. The child began to walk and made the mistake of turning your head just when the night was going to receive with open arms. The night is very jealous and would not forgive the infidelity.
One step after another, the child started across the clearing. The mud on their boots and the lights of the surrounding buildings were too far away. The city was still awake and its sounds were heard in the distance, but the darkness was a barrier that did not let anything meaningful. The boy was lonely and alien, a spectator of a puppet theater stupid and boring. Despite his youth, the boy knew that his life would be much pain. I knew there would be only one among millions and what little he would miss it. Would die for their loved ones and make the mistake of spawn more loved ones that he would die. I knew the happiness that you feel would be short-lived and eventually long for the more tedious moments of his childhood. A child should not think about those things, but the darkness of the night and sterility conducive those thoughts. The light of the wheel was a sad firefly on the horizon and the boy grew more and more afraid. Step by step he approached me and though he knew that the teeth of the night waiting for him, somehow sensed it. Should continue on this path, not because they wanted to, but it should.
Then, inexplicably, the boy turned his steps toward the half-built building. Why did it? I never understood. With tears in his eyes I saw her small figure fade. And when the lights of the Ferris wheel was finally put out, the night was never so black. I could not see my hands but my hands were never there. I looked at the sky and no stars, no light to guide me. I was just at night.
A la mañana siguiente, encontraron nuestro cadáver en el descampado, cerca del edificio abandonado.
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