SHORT STORIES

Once upon a time, in the region of who knows who, named I don’t even know how, and on the shores of some place that no one ever knew how to name; when a curious story, between two characters, almost special, began to emerge one Thursday. Precisely, the day that Doña Dolores del Alba, made her so famous Easter afternoon, to celebrate, as every year, next to her beloved “Spectacular Spectacle” (all, but all the people of the happy community, so absent of name, nickname or definition).

Likewise, the two characters, whom I am referring to, were Panchito Chito, and the dazzling Sun, which shines and shines. Panchito Chito, was the fifth son of Meldavina González and Traslúcido García de los Rosales; who were peasants in the area, and along with twenty other people, were part of the “Squad of Aces”; which, for the most part, were dedicated to corn; to preserve the most courageous Creoles, that their beloved ancestors, had been selected, since ancient times, in which History or the Literature themselves, did not even figure, within the ambits of their idiosyncrasy, or of their so irrefutable realities that the they enveloped day and night.

The Sun, on his side, the son of some interstellar explosion, well spent his hours, extravagances and adventures, warming and giving light to the many below;… the unintelligible and confused terrestrials; who, beg to know everything; and at the same time, they raise tremendous uproar, every time they discover something, even as miniscule.

Panchito Chito and the Sun that shines and shines, met for the first time, in a cosmic or incredibly subjective way, that very day. Panchito Chito, with his face looking towards the asphalt that bordered the house, did not find many reasons to brighten his respite, or at least that of his most imaginative magic. Most of the children were much older than him; his brothers did not pay attention to him; while his parents, as always, were in the field, worshiping the corn, and deep dedication to his tiring work.

Panchito Chito, then cornered, in a small oasis of silence, to reach his thoughts. Thus, as his mind was established, in that place so hers, built by his dyslexic and distracted psychology.

-Panchito Chito, where are you today? … And where has your shine gone? – He addressed him, the Sun that shines and shines.

-My brightness? .. Who are you referring to? … And who is it, if I do not even perceive it? – Pachito Chito answered with much confusion.

-It’s me, Panchito, it’s me … the Sun – continued the Sun that shines and shines.

-The Sun? .. But if the Sun does not speak or emit sounds? … Why does it only communicate with me; And no one else has noticed this? – Panchito Chito replied quite skeptical.

-This is Panchito Chito’s life, a giant wheel filled with infinite variables, endless constants; but above all, of an immense amount of atrocities… This is life, Panchito Chito; but also, there is something much deeper; and that is, your World – I explain the invisible touch of the Sun that shines and shines.

-My World? … I mean, all this that is here from end to end? – Panchito Chito continued.

-Yes and no Panchito Chito, because if what you mean is what your eyes can see outside of your beautiful imaginations, then you are wrong … But, if you mean rather, everything that encompasses from end to end, within your own concepts, ideologies and perceptions; Then I will tell you, Panchito Chito, that you are totally right – the Sun that shines and shines told him.

From there, the brightness of Panchito Chito returned; his creed in himself was strengthened, and thanks to that fanciful conversation with the Sun that shines and shines, he was able to get back on track, towards his entire flight and connection with his mission.

Colorín colorado, this story has therefore ended, because with it, the very short friendship between Panchito Chito and the Sun that shines and shines, was extinguished, to give rise to a new chapter full of emotion.

Arrancada, the skill of man, to be able to slide, between extravagances and airs; It was what made, without a doubt, that Aclimides Bello decided to become an absolute magician; Well, he believed that if he did, he could find the right way to give back, at least, to the inhabitants of his beloved hometown, the lost skill.

So, adjusting to the beat of time and the beat of each situation, it was like Aclimides, finally he came of age; so he was already ready, to start the formal preparation of him, as a royal magician.

Once at the school, Wizards and Sorcerers, Aclimides Bello, approached a passive owl, who seemed to be, just wasting time:

-Excuse me, excuse me, are you a professor at this institute? – Aclimides dared to ask the owl.

-Excuse me, excuse me; of course yes. I am the professor of Energies, Evaristo Listo; And you…? – answered the owl, with certain hints of bitter or harsh.

-I am, Aclimides Bello, sir, student. I mean, today is my first day as a student – Aclimides replied, with a bit of nervousness and stubbornness, due to the way the owl, the teacher, Evaristo Listo spoke to him.

-mmm I see And you’re lost, I guess? – Professor Evaristo Listo expressed, with considerable irony.

-Very lost sir, this is all very big; And besides, there are many more people than I thought – added Aclimides Bello, with a little less shyness.

-First commandment of the magician, young Aclimides: Never believe as absolute, the assumptions made; it is more, not even yours – sang with the voice of a wise, somewhat arrogant, the owl, Evaristo Listo.

-I will take it into account, sir, thank you very much; But, do you think you can help me find the classroom where I should be? – Aclimides added with greater concern, as time passed, and he was still not where he should be.

-Just follow the river of dark layers, which rises through that section – warned Professor Evaristo Listo, like a very upright prophet.

-But, if you don’t even know which classroom I’m going to – I answer with skepticism and some discontent, Aclimides Bello.

-Go, where do you have to go; not to one more place, not one less place. Just follow them, and you will be where you should be, you will see – finished, the owl Evaristo Listo, with a tone that tried to be reflective; Rather, it sounded rather dry.

However, despite not being entirely convinced, with what the owl, Aclimides, told him, he followed the river of students; which they wore, their so characteristic dark capes.

Upon arriving, like everyone else, in a very large classroom, Aclimides approached the teacher who would teach the class:

-Excuse me teacher, is this the classroom for first-year students? – Aclimides asked, with notorious modesty and inescapable shrugging.

At that, a very loud laugh, from the other students, broke out, preventing the teacher from responding immediately. But once reassured, at least a little, the laughter of those euphoric students, Professor Fresnillo, answered Aclimides:

-The owl told you, didn’t he? – added Professor Fresnillo.

-Yes, he told me, why do you ask? – Aclimides answered, with another question; which, was again received, by the great tumult of students, with a very loud laugh.

-Well, boy, what he saw; that supposed talking owl you saw; in fact, it is the fruit of your imagination – confessed with prudent and sensitive style, Professor Fresnillo.

-But, I saw it; In truth I saw him, and I even talked to him – Aclimides stated, looking very confused and saddened.

-Professor Evaristo Listo, is our greatest pride; About ten years ago, an elite group of magicians created it. He created it, after having seen, how the entire humanity was taken from him, his so particular skill, to be able to slide, between extravagances and airs – Professor Fresnillo intoned, with slow, sensible and honest modulation; He waited a few seconds, and then continued – The owl, has given us hope, to recover very soon, this skill; because thanks to him, we have returned to fantasize, just as we used to.

-I don’t understand anything, I’m too confused. How something, which only exists in my imagination, can also be seen by others ?; And even more so, that for each and every one, the above imagined being, has the same denomination or name? – He expressed very tangled, Aclimides Bello.

-It is because of the power of the prayer, and of the effervescent energy, boy- continued Professor Fresnillo, while stroking his long beard, he waited a few seconds and continued – Well, here, in the Institute of Wizards and Warlocks, It has been possible to generate the adequate concentration, so that this same flow; and time after time, our dexterity increases, to be able to slide, among the most extravagant before, and the most mundane that sustains us day and night.

-So, does that mean, very very soon, all the inhabitants of the planet; or at least, those of our beloved hometown, will they be with their fascinating skills? – Added with much optimism and positive start, Aclimides Bello.

-Well, yes and no, boy; since, although from time to time, our dexterity increases, because we are so exposed, to this that is generated; There are still several adjustments to add, to be able to transfer it, to all the others – Professor Fresnillo sang, in such a pleasant way that Aclimides increased optimism and confidence. He stopped for a moment; and immediately he finished – But, maybe you, boy, will be the one to discover, the correct way, to be able to transfer it to the whole world.

-That would be magnificent, magnificent, professor. However, I will also keep very much in mind, what you told me well, my imaginary friend – Aclimides Bello replied, with considerable satisfaction.

-And what did your imaginary friend say to you, boy? – Professor Fresnillo asked, with very sincere humility.

-Well, he told me, never forget the magician’s first commandment: Never believe the assumptions made as absolute; not even my own or internal ones – articulated Aclimides Bello, very maturely; He stopped for a couple of seconds, gulped and concluded – This makes a lot of sense; and it will help me to remember, the great importance, of always keeping an open mind…; and smart enough, to accept any kind of possibility, that might come my way.

-Very well said boy, very well said; I couldn’t have said it better. By the way, what is his name? – Completed Professor Fresnillo, giving him recognition and courage.

-I’m Aclimides Bello, professor – I proudly mention Aclimides.

-Enchanted Aclimides; I am Professor Fresnillo. Come, let me show you what your classroom is – he finished with a lot of paternalism, Professor Fresnillo.

Is the reason for what happens with the course of each situation, is it magical, and fabulously fantastic, to the point of believing it, almost almost like a coincidence without logic? … or rather, everything happens for a reason; for a perfect balance already synchronized that explains everything?

Well, honestly, I don’t know, since many times I wake up very much on the analytical side, and it is easy for me to see the why of what is and is. However, other times, I admit it, I start my mornings believing in the impossible and perhaps improbable MAGICS that explain what the analysis of the investigation will never justify.

Today, waking up from a middle side, I begin to go through my usual routine, while I see my SELF, located in the position of my most current reality. What I am, what happens to me and surrounds me, are not only facts that could be described with a simple Cause and Effect … because the complexity of everything that I represent; … the complexity of everything that each one of us represents, is much more than a lot of variables, following a certain pattern … since the psychology, heart and sensitivity that beats under our human clothes; … I don’t know what it is; and why the heck is it so complicated;… but without a doubt, it is what makes us so EXTRAORDINARY;… and even more, because each of the people in this world manages a rhythm, an understanding and a response to stimuli , in a very different and unique way.

And it is that sometimes thinking from the pure side of science, one always seeks to find answers; and not finding them anywhere represents a totally null hypothesis. And little no ?; Let’s be honest, if that way we could decipher everything in this Life; Living would be much simpler;… but yes, much less colorful and, therefore, very boring.

Love, a word that even makes my stomach turn a bit, is as complex as the most complex that we could not even imagine. For those who would like to solve everything, starting from theorems, causes and science; it is certainly a terrible headache. Possibly everything works backwards from your own predictions; and it includes, in its recipe, there are still more details, than the most composed engineering. You fall in love, you play with your game, to be able to enter the orb of that other person;… and after so many rearrangements, to beat in parallel with their flight, even on the paths of lovers, of a stable partner, or whatever you want to call it, you have to keep working constantly, to keep the “flame” at all times.

Good, bad or just the opposite in the end, nobody knows, what is the best way to call it;… however, it seems that all this is part of this living, social and human roll; which is indisputably necessary.

So; I, as a great madman wrapped in layers and layers of susceptibility to “love”, have fallen into their networks several times. I have fallen, but to the güey so that I deny it, because by letting myself be carried away by the attraction, and by an undeniable connection, I became an idiot more than ten times, to do stupid things; create poems that demonstrate my clumsy coquetry, rather than “gallant”; and therefore try to win the heart of this new muse, angel or Goddess, who stole my senses, to make me see distortions, which lead me to believe again, in the most beautiful thing that is constantly given.

Yes, yes, my heart has been broken many times for being a fool; The truth is I admit it, because it is me who imagines so much; he who is excited; and he who believes in beliefs of Love. Yes, I know that I should be, more objective, real, and chance, even more crude to advance;… but I fall; Or rather, that’s always how I get up;… and I do, thanks to the impulse that the new muse creates in my flight and my crazy inspiration as a poet.

Spellbound countless times, by spells without spells, is how perhaps, I would describe, the gaits of this madman;… and although it is true, that I could be more meticulous in my “Flirt” processes to get my lady , my romantic self clouds my reason and logic, to make me see MAGIC and POSSIBILITY;… to make me BELIEVE, and even fly, thinking that love is the most REAL and definitive thing there is;… but yes, so subject and tied, to the channels of the idyllic fantasy and enormous perspiration … what, perhaps, am I so wrong?

– In praying, from an almost utopian space for anyone, the existence of the tangible and the body, will not distinguish differences, with what it seems, only to be seen, because of the most abstract of the mind.

– It is nice what you say, my dear friend, but with a name and surname, I could mention, always and at all times, the differences. The tangibility of matter, as well as its physics; that of its movement and that of its mere existence, is measurable, verifiable and corroborated, by more than a thousand justified opinions. While what the mind sees, imagines or hallucinates, is as subjective, as the reason for the desire, of some and the repulsion of others, towards the same point.

– And I have nothing more than to agree with your argument. The feasibility, for it to happen, what happens to the things we see, depends on laws; yes, perhaps very complicated;… but at the same time, they fall into the purest simplicity, to respond to each cause that happens. Everything that generates an effect, hides and reveals to us at the same time, a tremendous staircase of facts; which make what we see happen. Thus managing to create “perfect” theories or formulas, which have become UNIVERSAL for this evolutionary, or prehistoric PEOPLE. And believe it or not, my dear companion, the same thing happens, with the beauty of thought.

– From the neurological point of view, and even psychological; if, of course, I understand that the mind, like an object affected by an effect, reproduces determined results according to the effect; and that the development, of this or that thought, is the product of an endless number of accumulated variables, over time, and over a space, in a rationalized subject. Just like what happens, with the physics of any element. Cause – effect, correlation of particularities, etc. However, the product itself created, by the rationality of the mind, can never be compared with what happens on the plane of what is tangibly real and existent….

– With so much dependency, to have to define everything, as black or white; Of course, it will always be and until the end of time, impossible to compare two such different WORLDS. The abstract perception of the mind vs. the precise “REALITY”, of which no one doubts; just like the fall of the rain, or the death of a person. However, in this LIFE, there are more than a thousand colors to define the sky, to define what happens, what does not happen, or what we simply imagine. To the degree, that there may be key bridges, to connect what at first was like water and oil; impossible to mix, and to create unconditional wonders.

And this same situation, syndrome or what do I know; This is what MAN has been experiencing since it was created, due to this impossibility, of seeing extremely unequal truths coming together. And from there, the stupidest of what we are today was created: such as racism, gender inequality, religion, etc .; which are only examples of this serious condition; and that I hope, soon we remedy, to begin to see, not only with the eyes with which we were made; but also, we can observe the smile, the existence and the reality of planet Earth, from the eyes of someone who seems to be our opposite.

In praying for a utopian space for anyone, the existence of the tangible and the body, it will not distinguish differences with what it seems, only to be seen by the most abstract of the mind and hearts.

In December, the curious sensation, which awakens with each heartbeat, strangely lifts my spirits, to the point of wanting to be an energetic elf; you know, one of those fantastic little men, who look like children.

Magic speed magic; magic that dances and whispers a thousand things; it is you, who has made me listen to the sound of that drum, which only exists in my imagination.

-boom… boom… boom… boom – rumbles in a very Christmas way, the drumming in my brain.

It’s time for the reindeer, pushing the sleds; the most exact moment, in which a couple of lovers kiss each other sweetly, under the aromatic green mistletoe. Beautiful painting, beautiful scene and beautiful everything that happens there; However, to his surprise, it is only illusion, my fantasy or a good work of my hallucination; since my reality is far from that idyllic description.

It is the power of man, which makes us believe or create “Perfection”; the one that covers us with clicks, variations and noises, to confuse the truth. Truth itself, which lies in our day to day; as well as in our immeasurable interior; which breathes, lives and perceives, each situation.

Peace, exalted peace; magnificent term that promises maximum tranquility; you are, without a doubt, the one who helps us to maintain the balance between the unchangeable “Truth” and the absolute “Chimera” that encourages us so much.

For that very reason, between my rivers of truthfulness, and those who only imagine, the great essence of my spirit, has decided, with reason and soul on fire, that from time to time, I must be, that energetic pixie, if he believes in fairy tales, if he believes in white Christmas, and if he believes, in all that magic, that surrounds us with infinite hope.

So, already very much in my elf outfit, purple, blue or green, I stopped here, in front of all of you, to wish you a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS and a very HAPPY NEW YEAR.

In an almost idyllic tone, the wonder of a few facts, which arose, after many others, very scrambled, was what he did, that was woven, with meticulousness and entanglement, the abstract theory, of what life is, in this very particular moment:

-The absence of brotherhood sounds strong – highlighted, with deep serenity and impetus, the Old Watcher of the Planet.

-Sounds strong, maybe even hating; but even so, I consider, that everything will improve – answered slowly, and sheathed with hope, the Young Apprentice of the Planet Watcher.

-Ingenue youth, sublime power that feeds longing, positivism and confidence;… I do not take away from you, my enthusiastic companion, the illusion of seeing this evolution, but you have to be honest, instinctive fervor, and almost bestial of the happy human, is what he is leading, himself, towards a great doom with no return – I add without hesitation, the Old Watcher of the planet.

-Wise are you, my very knowledgeable teacher;… and I am definitely not who, to contradict what you say; However, if we gave it a considerable chance, to the imaginative; as well as the fantastic visualization, of who we are today; Probably, I think, is how we could envision, the thousand and one variants, that from there, could be unleashed, to give rise to our inescapable future, which wants to embrace us. And with this, my dear teacher, is how we could give, with the best alternative, to evolve; to really grow and rescue the EVERYTHING Terrestrial from the inevitable collapse that is yet to come – answered with inextinguishable energy, the Young Apprentice of the Planet Watcher.

-Magical voice of yours, my esteemed pupil and friend. Listen to his phrases, covered with inspiring flavors; of poetry sweetened with awareness; as well as an adequate strategy, to correct a mistake, is what lifts my spirits, to continue believing in life, and in the fascinating movement that dances, in all this Universal plane; but above all, to continue believing, in our own touch, power and vision, to make things happen. It is true that the human, cloistered in his herd of timeless humanism, is an instinctive and almost bestial being… However, in the general essence of him, there is still, I admit, enough brightness and luminosity; which, under the correct guidance and signaling, will be able to act appropriately, to recover the most frank and pure brotherhood of him – I finish with a thoughtful style, and quite sensible, the Old Watcher of the Planet.

The expanded reason, of a Just Desire, subtly intervened, between the lawsuit and sanity, to thus create its own life, so full of authenticity, or of inconceivable madness; when breathing, perhaps the unbreathable; while he was trying, at the same time, to understand the simple, or extremely complex body, which undoubtedly brought together all those absolute definitions.

-It is the sea, the prophetic voice that achieves peace – intoned with deep seriousness, the Great Wind, which is always present.

-It’s the sea, indeed; or maybe it is, the beautiful song, which sings pure chaos. Chaos of feelings, pulsations and colorful situations; which, by way of irony, cause an extraordinary peace to be generated; like, that an exquisite harmony – he added with a slow pace, and quite reflective, the very wise watcher of the worlds, the Great Infinite.

However, upon hearing the words of those two, the very Righteous Wish himself, could not help but get involved; even in spite of inventing himself, at that precise moment.

-It’s like that, and it will be forever; with its precious and horrendous chords, which make us believe, that truly, there is peace. However, nothing could be further from the truth; since peace and chaos; everything and nothing; light and darkness; just as fullness and emptiness are exactly the same; rather, it is one who defines, for reasons of perspective, culture or trend, what is harmony, beauty and what is the most desirable nature. Which is not bad for any reason; but if this “predetermined” way of thinking is not transgressed, our authenticity could be compromised, towards only one side, of the infinite integrity; and therefore, the innumerable wonders that could unfold from the many other facets would never be known – he complemented the Just Wish with remarkable passion and energy.

-Existence, present and what is given; They are perhaps the only things that should matter to us; since the categorization with adjectives or labels, could well be worth, of the mere subjectivity. I exist, or at least I do. Peace is my unique algorithm that gives me that comfort; although also, I must understand, that what for me is tranquility, could cause others, a total anguish – added with sensible maturity, the Great Wind that is always there.

-And that is and will be, what gives so much excellence and perfection, to what inescapably is and is – I conclude with elegant eloquence, and exalted credibility, the Great Infinite.