One day a good friend of mine was thinking, sitting on a rock beside a river, not thinking about anything really, just watching what their eyes. Suddenly something caught her attention, at first it was just a little bright color, but while he focused his attention gradually was transformed into a kind of animal, colorful butterfly a 6-dog tails, a plant grown in air at a swan in flames, and finally clarified his view and noted that it was a person.
He believed they already knew, but realized that he just looked like someone who once thought he saw on the street. He rose from his seat and walked a few meters upstream to get to it so you can get a closer look, then asked who he was, the only question the strange man said, "You."
"You can not be me," said my friend, must necessarily be someone else.
"I never said it was me, I said I am you. Surprised
or rather confused by the comment apparently incoherente del extraño, mi amigo le preguntó que a qué se refería con que era "tú". El raro ser contestó: "A nada en particular, tú me preguntas ¿quién eres? y yo te contesto que tú.
Mi buen amigo se quedó callado al creer que no podría razonar con el extranjero, pensó que seguramente era de un lugar lejano, quizás ni si quiera de este universo y, con suerte, tampoco existiría y sólo sería una creación de su loca y torcida mente.
Exactamente cuando mi amigo había decidido irse, la voz del pseudo hombre lo detuvo, "tengo un regalo para ti" dijo el curioso ser con una voz sombría y a la vez cautelosa.
-¿Por qué tú me darías something to me? "Said my friend.
Without making any case to question the stranger approached my friend and took her hand, naturally the river and everything around him disappeared and was replaced by a succession of strange incomprehensible overlapping multicolored forms that were in competition for a rare change as quickly as possible throughout its internal structure while falling at the fastest speed conceivable in a kind of hole that had formed anywhere, but somewhere inside spinning, or maybe it was, my friend, all this to reach the limit of sight and twist themselves to collapse so that their fragments are ablaze with a strange glow dark and then fall on my friend on the head, like small drops that heralded the beginning of a terrible but beautiful storm.
Suddenly everything stopped. There was no more
floating colors my spirals through the heart of the universe, now there was nothing, not even my friend was there, he knew he was there but not seen, he hesitated for a moment that continue to exist, but he account, after hours or even centuries of suffering a great despair and distress that can not be compared to anything in this world that was not there, he was there. At the time I finally saw it, a very rare blue-green flame appeared before him, a cold dread instantly flooded the room where my friend was, the cold grew as time passed, however the weather is not always running in the same direction, like a child, sometimes running, sometimes walking, some more he fell asleep and, naturally, did not always in the same direction.
My friend thought he could be a way to return to this place. Try to cheat the time to take him back until he was in the river, but his plan was flawed, how to avoid that, after reaching the desired point in time continue is "mad dash" , without beginning or end, in circles, while drying wet?
finally happened, my friend lost his last hope of returning, he realized he could never return, that was not in him to do, he was unable, however, never stopped trying, he knew the attempt was not would shape his own will, but chose to get in the way of the attempt by the simple act of seeking his return, fully aware that he would not take him his fate.
At that moment he opened his eyes and left the water.
He believed they already knew, but realized that he just looked like someone who once thought he saw on the street. He rose from his seat and walked a few meters upstream to get to it so you can get a closer look, then asked who he was, the only question the strange man said, "You."
"You can not be me," said my friend, must necessarily be someone else.
"I never said it was me, I said I am you. Surprised
or rather confused by the comment apparently incoherente del extraño, mi amigo le preguntó que a qué se refería con que era "tú". El raro ser contestó: "A nada en particular, tú me preguntas ¿quién eres? y yo te contesto que tú.
Mi buen amigo se quedó callado al creer que no podría razonar con el extranjero, pensó que seguramente era de un lugar lejano, quizás ni si quiera de este universo y, con suerte, tampoco existiría y sólo sería una creación de su loca y torcida mente.
Exactamente cuando mi amigo había decidido irse, la voz del pseudo hombre lo detuvo, "tengo un regalo para ti" dijo el curioso ser con una voz sombría y a la vez cautelosa.
-¿Por qué tú me darías something to me? "Said my friend.
Without making any case to question the stranger approached my friend and took her hand, naturally the river and everything around him disappeared and was replaced by a succession of strange incomprehensible overlapping multicolored forms that were in competition for a rare change as quickly as possible throughout its internal structure while falling at the fastest speed conceivable in a kind of hole that had formed anywhere, but somewhere inside spinning, or maybe it was, my friend, all this to reach the limit of sight and twist themselves to collapse so that their fragments are ablaze with a strange glow dark and then fall on my friend on the head, like small drops that heralded the beginning of a terrible but beautiful storm.
Suddenly everything stopped. There was no more
floating colors my spirals through the heart of the universe, now there was nothing, not even my friend was there, he knew he was there but not seen, he hesitated for a moment that continue to exist, but he account, after hours or even centuries of suffering a great despair and distress that can not be compared to anything in this world that was not there, he was there. At the time I finally saw it, a very rare blue-green flame appeared before him, a cold dread instantly flooded the room where my friend was, the cold grew as time passed, however the weather is not always running in the same direction, like a child, sometimes running, sometimes walking, some more he fell asleep and, naturally, did not always in the same direction.
My friend thought he could be a way to return to this place. Try to cheat the time to take him back until he was in the river, but his plan was flawed, how to avoid that, after reaching the desired point in time continue is "mad dash" , without beginning or end, in circles, while drying wet?
finally happened, my friend lost his last hope of returning, he realized he could never return, that was not in him to do, he was unable, however, never stopped trying, he knew the attempt was not would shape his own will, but chose to get in the way of the attempt by the simple act of seeking his return, fully aware that he would not take him his fate.
At that moment he opened his eyes and left the water.
