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TWO

About eleven o'clock, after a short wait, I guess his face down the hall of that school that I was so familiar.

dates were close to Christmas and the students ran around, hungry for ratings, from one department to another, assaulting teachers, like heathen gods, they had not been conducive, discussing with them the goodness of their examinations and rigid spirit remedial teacher.

What little had changed everything! For a few seconds, turned as an invisible compass of time, I found myself twenty five years ago.
tried, unsuccessfully, to find the time this instrument had heart to reach me, so effectively, in a sentimental wave so powerful that I had blocked instantly.

could almost see me floating above the rest, observing movements, comings and goings. Unable to participate, not wanting to, as the succession prior photographic collection view, however, removes the heart every time he remembers.

Ella, Tina, in the meantime had come to me:

- John! Juan!

- Ah! Hi Tina. "I still semiausente. I came to see if you read what I sent you a few days ago. I have much interest in knowing your opinion. Also I did get to Carlos and I would like to compare your viewpoints.

now facing, I realized that, apparently, the time was not too wroth with her. His lively eyes molasses, with a nervous movement now known, seemed to get everything at once. His unique accent and his voice Granada as rattlesnakes, made I definitely longed install those as far as literature classes, influenced me so much.

She resumed the conversation: "Look

. The truth is I'm pretty antigongorina. - And in saying this I thought the bell was accentuated her throat. For me, it is more efficient, more transparent and comprehensible story when the reader does not have to ... "dug la palabra idónea-, desmenuzar el cerebro tratando de averiguar qué fue lo que quiso decir el escritor.
Debe percibirse una fluidez natural a lo largo del relato, para evitar convertirlo en algo que, más que una suave corriente serpenteante de belleza, sea un río demasiado caudaloso de palabras ostentosas, plagado de remolinos emocionales difíciles de transmitir.
Quiero decirte –prosiguió-, que, de lo que realmente se trata, es de captar inmediatamente la atención del lector; hay que hacerlo sentir en la disposición de aquel que se encuentra al borde de un precipicio. No va a poder huir; está siendo empujado a él por una espada tan afilada como irreal, una línea le separa del vacío.

That sword can not be other than the writer's pen, the line for a phrase, a paragraph. The death has to be sweet and dear, because otherwise you should feel that suffering has lost the enjoyment of something beautiful.

- my God, I thought. I did not expect such an avalanche of criticism suggestions in so few words. The blow had been stronger than expected and he felt that the collapse was imminent. Trying to calm down, as defensive apologetically, after a few seconds I could answer: "Well Tina

. You know. I believe that stupidity is an activity that is practiced in freefall, just commit to that, if no one makes you look your error, the second largest, is being incubated, and so one after another until, at last, you are plunged into a vortex of ignorance of which no one can get, because in the eyes of almost all the nonsense that will be noticeable to you contrary, we seem to be the most exalted expression of your imagination.
But let her talk continued: "I

I wanted to be cautious, and I tried not to be ignorant of two times, ie, be thinking that I'm not. That was one reason, among others already know, that prompted me to seek your support and correction.
As you will understand I would have liked my work I had fun, but, anyway, is a story very intimate, I have lived in a very particular and I have always doubted whether I should write, because he was aware of the difficulty that would entail me getting others could feel as I have done.
For a moment I seemed to sense a certain embarrassment in her eyes, as though he were guilty of discouragement, of course, had provoked in me the words. I'm sure at that moment would not have minded eliminate from your life those seconds immediately prior, during which they had been arguing. I, in the same way, I felt really uncomfortable in the situation. So, taking advantage that she tried to speak again I said "Tell me

. Tell me more and not think that bothered me at all.

Then, softening its tone continued.

"I never wanted to be, and I have not been hard on your writing. My intention was to make you understand that if you overuse of hyperbaton, the metaphor, interspersed with words we say ... unusual, or at least questionable in the context frame and also combine it with a story purely emotional, the result may be quite incomprehensible to most readers.
you get, and no doubt you will succeed, that after the first two pages, who have in their hands are tired of slapping the air to apprehend the track to guide you toward what you're trying to tell. If not captured, the brief will be to him a body of literature which, inevitably, end up in the trash. That's what me perhaps improperly, I tried to ask you watch.

Taking a deep breath of cold air continued

"You know that history itself is interesting, and I feel proud that I may have had on her. However, I think you should face in certain passages in a different perspective, so I've already said.
However I have to tell you something: to write is to be bold, almost reckless and even, sometimes, should not matter what you say a priori what really matters is that you feel identified with what you've done. If that's the case, forget everything we talked about, is a projection of you, your own personality and feel that you should not change, otherwise an exchange fund bastard form, of sensitivity to appearance, which does not always have result in something of higher quality and ever more sincere.

Neither wanted to prolong the conversation. She, perhaps out of courtesy, to avoid further cleaving with his insightful remarks, my battered soul. Me ... why? Carlos was over, how no, in similar terms, blamed the same defects and observed the same frayed narrative. For more similarity with great delicacy, he also had encouraged me in my efforts.

Tina and I said goodbye. As soon as we sincerely wish him well. I take from their hands the few leaves that are picked up my work and, crestfallen, I walked into the cafeteria of school itself.

After a table cleaner than suggestive, sipping coffee, very lonely, very bitter, cheap folder opened the wing containing the few pages of my grief. For the umpteenth time I started reading it ... They said:

Again, that between the hot sultry afternoons July, inadvertently, almost without thinking, like so many others went with him to end my boring wandering idle. The magnitude of the inertia that had caught me pushing my concern for some time. Their presence in our isolation eased many of my fears and there were many happy moments that I lived with him. Now
no sense. It was necessary to break the tie as it had been forged through everlasting ages, compulsory for me without it. It would not be a definitive break. Sure you would find the time, but without that need almost sick with that together we searched for a shared loneliness. He was not

but with whom I had tormented me most, sacrificed and funny at the time. I was obsessed with the slight imperfection. Knowing every inch of her slender plot, dragged my abstract thoughts about watery eyes always made him. It was an automatic movement, meaningless and wanted in unison could not count the times I tried to suppress it, or they could not. Although I always tried to reason why such strange and ravishing attraction never found it. It is true that together we had seen birth and death, rather than hundreds, thousands of hours, but could not find the absurd reason why they acted as ethereal magnetic flow over me.

At first it was not. Although I knew him, was another one for a long time, and it really was not the most perfect of all he had seen. It was as sudden and voluptuous love that stirs the soul and stuns. On the contrary. It was a costly and painful knowledge, arid and pitiless witness of frustrations and failures.
When I tried to express what I felt not heard, nor was my stand when I cried. I owed him nothing, not even daring to think, as if afraid to hurt who certainly can not, which should not be.

"This is mine for me. Perhaps he could help me? ... Of course not. Why, then, was both shelter near him? What reasons compelled me to go over and over again his sinuous and almost imperceptible meandering? ... None.

There I was, however, absorbed, mentally trying to heal their wounds Recent oval, gray and sad, interspersed with other notches deeper into your skin dry. It should heal quickly, before the disease spread their roots beyond the prudent thing and now my question was whether it would be clever enough not to damage their already look old.
In any case it is urgent to hide his obvious illness, invasive vile and fifty year its elongated silhouette. I had heard of others, of those who said she never suffered any deprivation in being until his death, despite being much more long-lived showed through his skin was anything but exquisite nature and natural color.
On line arteries, however, never circulated that same essence that he had done for these, aristocratic, vain, proud of himself. On the contrary, he always was what it could never change their internal status but because her forever marked their becoming proletarian. That
July
burnished sun drenched me with dull red storm, strong and invisible, with extreme tenacity and furious will and a desire bloody, unyielding. As always, we were face to face, five feet away and separated us obliquely angled profile absurd challenged me in mourning.

Her skin seemed more rugged and dying today than usual, and through the signs of leprosy ruthless, old scars could be glimpsed, inevitable and unwanted legacy of the action of willing hands, heal the unabashed actions of years.

tattooed Many times I thought about him, dreaming of living, as a kid was to watch the fluffy cumulus and cirrus aristados, believing strongly that he fleshings were reflections on the nerve always shadows of my own imagination, embodiment small pixies impossible immaterial.
But no, I never want to go over the line. He feared that the light of my pencil sharp slide on such delicate skin could alter its magic, breaking the thread charmer representation. Released

end of the inescapable duty that tied me he was giving birth to the story of our past experiences. Every paragraph, every line, my eyes were facing him again, with that instinctive motion of no interest to me and tired just hearing about it.
So while we looked without seeing, I tried to model ideas reports, restless, emerged as fast as swift to fade. He, not being as available nature, may well have known of them, because every doubt I approached him and, without sharing my frustration, also prevents shared with me. Just

forgotten was the last of the boisterous and scented Mays when jailer together from our window, we saw visitors spend cheering decked patios that sideways, looked at us like insects attracted by the warm white light that always brought us . Their laughter excessive
deepened with wheezing and painful edge in spite of myself, as every evening, from sunset until you turned the key hours of midnight and together they struck twelve recontábamos Far cante flamenco clock square. After much scrutinizing

in my deepest self, seeking the creation of what he longed to express, I was in the same spot. Not enough, then, to understand the confusion in the situation where I was. I always thought I knew with some accuracy what were the output that, in my mental labyrinth, the "Nature" authorized me to use.

also throughout my life I know of some closed doors, of which I was given a key, and could see other more. The externalization of my feelings was never an obstacle for me, the inability to align my experiences and perceptions about someone, about something, my inability to locate them correctly on a checkerboard grid are sensitive as I had just introduced a new limitation, a newly added.

tried to conclude what could be the reason, perhaps more than to understand it really hurtful to alleviate that had suffered stab my pride, seeing me facing similar tessitura.
Almost immediately I thought, calming down unnecessarily, how the temporal proximity prevented a correct angle of approach "is what they call lack of perspective," he said. "Certainly, higher-margin, opacity disappear and then I discovered the cause of the apparent problem. "
But the same pace as the positive development of the speech was followed by his denial, volatilizing its argument.
No, no, that could not be the explanation. After so many years together, waiting, wanting a break planned and agreed, did not satisfy me, I filled up, the idea of \u200b\u200ba distorted by proximity. It could be anyone else. That no. So what ...?

A second attempt, less rational, far flying the tattered paper in attempt to solidify. I thought

- "Really nothing should exist between us, everything is absurd fantasy, amazing child ... is an impossible event to reasonable person. " But there were clear signs that indicated the opposite: my wife felt a thousand times jealous, but their discomfort is influenced by me, all my family suspected that our relationship will be extended more widely than I was trying to imply, anything absurd conclusion, referring to my long absences of their environment of love.

not useful then ... my attempt to escape, the denial of the obvious was not a solution to the aim pursued. There

to take some time to understand the frame of the problem. Like many people, during various stages of life I had built what I imagined as a bubble protective, aseptic and transparent, from where I thought I could see without being damaged, which I thought I could be myself and including expelling it arbitrarily, without any accountability. In the end, it was my little imaginary sphere, impenetrable to the world. Such was my desire that one day I found myself far from the truth with you. You and I isolated in my ball. I had my pearl and fragile walls, had hardened the surface, blow by blow, layer by layer, wound upon wound, and so we were not stolen and the thoughts of others, but fenced in our invisible strength.

So now when I wanted to have a loud voice, to all our covenant relationship, the idiocy was more evident in me to describe my clumsiness prevented the formation of the expression, rewritten concatenating nonsense. That afternoon

definitely going to break my silence, screaming, to anyone who would hear you, my old friend, my silent partner endless failures, my dear "Study Corner", you became for me much more than I could tell. Partner wishes to move far away saw you scribbled notes jumbled collections, books full of theories, theorems, principles and corollaries that either come to understand and, little by little, began long ago tempering make color, like the two walls not less stale to you model.

Finally, having achieved my purpose, had wanted to get away from your influence. It was not pleasant bittersweet taste of the separation, indeed, a true taste of adultery came over me every now and then. I was ungrateful. Arrogant fool.

nothing Between you and me has died, probably will resume our contact later, but now forgive suffered "Corner", the effort has been huge and must breathe more than the glow of the mountain stale cigarette former examiners of yesterday. I know every day I'll seeing to yearn for more, but meanwhile I return not be sad, will try to rejuvenate and if any chance of new battles, if the need would require a broader effort, one more. In the space

commend you for the post of our "magical little bubble": not to open it, do not tell anyone what they should not know, if you feel hopeless or sad, as we often felt, and I have close to mourn with you, without words to our table mate and the rack so vigorously that endure. She, he, too were complicit in our dreams and will understand. The rest, what happened to us while we were isolated and only know it in privacy, is something that should be "two." FIN

The turning of the last piece of paper was a slight breeze, an imperceptible sigh, becoming the ineffable arabesque column of smoke rising from the freshly lit cigarette. Once more I wondered ... I hesitated on the moral permissibility of taking part in the rest of my innermost concerns, my useless thoughts. Also extended the shadow if, having decided it had taken the right way to vocearlo; a thousand other things ....

As Tina told me, I must be brave, but now I realize that I, who believed have reached the end of something, I'm at the beginning of "Nothing."

Juan Rodríguez wallers

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The tear

At the beginning of that First Wednesdays the week of Creation, God called Zadkiel, Jofiel, Gabriel, Michael, Chamuel and Uriel, his six archangels, more perfect beings and closer to Him all who had created and faithful guardians of their will. They reported that during the third day , intended to separate the waters of the oceans on earth dry, a distant planet and beautiful. To do so would retire to where you found the last of the galaxies, within the confines of the stars.

was divine foresight of the temporarily isolated bodies of angels, who, for the sake of praise about him constantly, swarming and hovering without end, looking stunned its unique presence.

wanted to enjoy in all its fullness the magnificence of his own creation , delighting not be distracted even for an instant. For this purpose, to communicate their intention to Angeles Maximum , ordered them, above all things, not to tell the point where they would find, that were not up there the other inhabitants of heaven and disturb your enjoyment.

the Supreme Creator is directed towards the chosen space, lost in the infinity of the universe recently. As was to be, stood to lee of the huge number of stars in the galaxy chosen, the pure light given off by millions upon millions of stars helped to slightly reduce that other insuperable issued by the Creator as its purpose was to escape inquisitive glances at the legions of angels.

sidereal body had not any in the nebula that resisted their presence would burst into uncontrollable desire to revere him, throwing huge tongues of flame to enlighten and cover you in your greatness. Then gave the orders to secede surface waters of the underlying land, differing from the salty seas dry ...

And all the invisible forces began to move immediately to comply its mandate. Seismic incredible magnitude shook the face of land, huge cliffs hastily erguiéronse water, heading toward the seabed, the sun glowing off heat to dry wet as the clouds above opened his heart to discover the majesty of the event. He looked ecstatic beauty of their work.

When this happened all the angels had already noticed the absence of God and had increased by hundreds restless comings and goings in your search. Asked each other, if anyone had known the whereabouts of his Lord, who happened to be without explanation, making for himself first and later in tumultuous congregations puzzled about so-secret cabal game. He missed the closeness, the ubiquitous irradiation love that fed them all the time.

The six archangels, by contrast, showed a grim expression, seeing nervousness that had been generated among others. They did know the whereabouts and why, but they were so strict instructions would be followed. However, despite their perfection and obedience, they could not avoid looking at each other and outline a knowing smile, because I certainly was fun to see how those others also wonderful disoriented struggled to conclude with certainty divination, while imagining the expression that would illuminate their faces when they behold the wonder of the Work Final.

Of all the inhabitants of heaven was a very insightful cherub that did not conceal his uneasiness, moving restlessly from one end to another of the sky to find who was the reason for their existence. To spend about six Uriel noticed how he directed his gaze slightly to a place in the universe, instantly concluded that could not be other than where God was. Jumping for joy at the discovery called the others shouted,

- "There it is. There is "- repeated uncontrollable," pointing Nothing bright.

An avalanche of angels rushed in reckless stampede toward the warm vacuum, into the galaxy hidden, passing the immaterial bodies of archangels, iridescent into a barrier, had tried to cover that space the view of others.

A silent incessant sound of beating wings spread around the edge of the sky as the crowd of immaculate beings going at incredible speed in search of God. In the scrum followed one another impetuous overtaking each other, to reach the first to the longed presence, the Thrones were the lightest and virtuous flying and almost always led the procession swiftly following him, Seraphim, Dominions ...

In the final positions were almost all Cherubim stubby little wings and that could not equally vertiginous flight. With them was the cherub finder, named Rafael, clumsy in flight, like the others, but so enamored with the Eternal and frustrated by their remoteness did not hesitate to climb on a throne that went with him, without his being aware of the innocent stratagem.

Conveniently located

directed his eyes to the room of the Almighty, with his piercing eyes peering space. While ... beaming with happiness.

The distance to travel was colossal, despite the lightness of the effort was being offset to the spirits of heaven to the limit. The Archangels, much better equipped, ahead of them, because once discovered the secret could only communicate the impetuosity of the Child and receive new guidelines. Finally, in the most thrilling and profound distance, began to glimpse the grandeur of God in their myriad exhaustion increased the speed, coming soon to the vicinity of the nebula chosen.

Rafael, the mischievous cherub, took a moment of confusion and buzz that took place in the heavenly army to see the divine glow in the distance. He had not worked in the movement, so your little wings kept his force intact.

Building the momentum that had the speed to the throne impelled to his career, he jumped, pushing boldly to the vicinity of the constellation to which the guard was the Almighty. Was placed at the head of all his companions beat a fast pace that seemed more like elytra , huffing and puffing his chubby face, squinting, suspicious, like the rest hurried to catch up, then stepping flutter speed of its awkward.

Por fin llegó al aliento del Ser que provocaba sus ansias incontenibles. Ya iba a poder disfrutar de su confortadora presencia; podría adorarle sin cesar, cantarle sin desmayo…No contaba el pobre Rafael con que todos los demás que habían conformado multitud incontable habían venido persiguiéndole con igual vehemencia de búsqueda; así que estando revoloteando ya, como mariposa gozosa, contemplando al Creador, llegaron los demás en arribada alocada , atropellando, más que empujando, con fuerza a Rafael, que imprudentemente se había colocado muy cerca del Hacedor.

Al verse desplazado de forma súbita, comenzó a agitar sus alas nuevamente, this time to restrain his career, trying to avoid touching the face in any way divine. In such a hectic situation, the restless movement of the cherub was a whirlwind of interstellar dust , one of whose spots had the temerity to land gently on the eye the All-Seeing One tear, the first and only the Divine Eye been expelled, was excreted .

It compressed all his goodness and his power packed, were also reflected in her full light of the Universe and loved by the Institute, whose essence was trapped in the mood. Then ... came off very slow, falling towards vacuum most unknown and began describing his path to curve downward spirals downright ineffable, without regard to any physical law. Their destination: a distant point in which God had carried out his most recent work and that he called Earth.

Angels greatly troubled, fearing having crossed the permissible limits, the most Rafael, whose face colorless, now pretending to fade into a faint to shame, overwhelmed by what happened. The archangels looked expectantly waiting the trial of the Lord. God, patient and understanding, secretly rejoiced with all that racket , enjoying especially with pardonable insolence and the scare of the aggressor cherub, hiding their views at all. Then

powerful voice, thunder raging, covertly snapped Rafael feigned affection and seriousness. Deep voice rebuked him for his recklessness, he had come to cause the first and only Holy Tear Eternity and also not knowing obey God's instructions, always hiding his already granted forgiveness, for I knew Him, advance, which would end all that festive adventure.

- Rafael! - First rebuked him, "and then continued.

The angel was not able to respond, hid his flushed face chubby between their wings and mumble unintelligible words even to himself Benefactor. That was a time, trying to articulate a justification for their action, remain so in the end impossible.

Again He spoke, then spoke:

- "You have been inconsistent, will have to take the result of your recklessness. You must pick up my tear where there has been arrested in Earth to give it back covered with your love and wrap secured with bonds of praise and submission ".- continued:" I will take into account your shock forgivable for my absence. Your work will be arduous, but should not return until you've accomplished. "

Now ... He commanded: "Go now"

The little boy. Propelling sharply immediately went in pursuit of divine pearl, as he walked away from the Origin, exponentially heightened the speed his fall. Rafael was struggling in pursuit, in swift thought he could fall to reach the desired object before posase on the planet, but always seemed to be the same distance between it and his pursuer.

meditated, meanwhile, if the reason would be as fruitless pursuit that God willed it so or perhaps, as his spirit still housed the spontaneity and playfulness of his own naughty angel essence, failing to minimize the the gap was that, from time to time, be entertained by a loop or indecipherable pirouette enjoying his disembodied lightness.

The Almighty watching all the events with the rest of immaculate beings from heaven, and everyone enjoyed the playful behavior Rafael while, he, continued follow-up frenzy.

For this moment God had already decided to shape the earth's surface, for the separation that had made the ocean water and dry it had created a completely flat surface without projections or accidents. Water and land differed in their constitution, solid and liquid, in color, but not in the smoothness of their surfaces because they were both total and absolutely flat. Thus, he introduced his arm in a huge conglomerate of clusters milky traveling freely among the stars, drawing from their bulging bellies a handful of golden rays, created with the purest and most perfect light waves. By removing your hand from the mass of clouds could see all the angels and archangels, except for Rafael, the rays moved and writhed vigorously seized the hand that, as a handful of Orovo "Entreluces between fingers Creator, with no possibility or desire to escape from his captor.

All this happened just when tears of God hovered over the parched plains immediately absorbed in her womb the precious pearl drop . Rafael was approaching the Earth about that had seized the treasure, while its gradual acceleration issued a sharp sibilant sound that crossed without difficulty every gaseous layers cradled the planet.

The avenue your mind was the time expected by the Almighty, that when contemplating Posted stop where the tear had fallen, and as he knelt in submission and adoration to pick, raised his arm and threw infinite force the beam against the face of the Earth , resulting in their release a burst of light obscured ravishing that emitted by all stars are created. As a massive rain of shooting stars each and every one went, by design and order of their Maker, to where Rafael was about to by fulfilling its mission. Light rain struck sharp and cutting solid surface without exception in the vicinity of cherub. The most powerful and terrifying of them fell through his hands, almost caressing the Tear.

As Earth hit by massive release of energy as an earthquake immeasurable what seemed unchangeable stone surrendered his tenacity and toughness, making fiery lava, transmitted to her through a ripple throughout the length and breadth of the planet, leading to mountains and valleys to the sword crashes, peaks, and marine depths. "The Tear", fertilized by the light, increased order volume without soaking the soil and converted into artery of life, snakelike and unstoppable, moved north and south.

It was because God wanted the droplet secreted from becoming a continuous uninterrupted flow of water and, later, humans called the river and that unlike the brackish water, the liquid was flowing so sweet, so that the whole fate of future ages was known source.

In one edge of that strip pristine liquid gathered in discrete gentle hills and dales, marl and clay soils, of various shades of ocher, simulating an ocean wave winding asleep in the arms of gentle aura. Fertile land and grateful to offer their fruits profusely when fed by the sweat of the farmer efforts.

The opposite shore is where the rocks were reconciled indomitable: roses and pearl granite, slate brittle ... beautified by trees hundreds of crusty, indomitable, and as tough and aggressive weeds in his own defense like candy in his offering. Wild and sullen serve primarily as a refuge and host of wild animals with which man and woman could feed her children.

prior Rafael was not aware of what was going to happen, therefore, to the initial confusion by the incident that took him to the place, had to add the stupor caused by the violent impact of condensed light on the strength of field. Even knowing that nothing disastrous would happen could not help fearing a huge jerk that took him, unconscious and scary back up beyond the blue.

When he recovered amounted to understand why this unimaginable scene. His fervent desire to please the Provider promptly returned, resuming his mission to the second, and then promptly returning to the place where he must carry out their search and discovery.

A renewed frustration came over him every last nook and cranny of your body intangible, as "The Teardrop " not only had become a river of life, the brutal fall of that divine arrow had turned into a myriad of other children who had little sphere dispersed without any reason, projected in all directions and deposited randomly. He was now the huge task of finding them in full if he wanted the precious jewel. Also would to closely monitor the river's current, if "The Tear" was there, if not one of the small droplets.

Rafael walked in such a situation for hundreds of years, shifting uneasily from all the sites in place, tracking, inspecting, weighing greatly and striving to please God in the workspace. Each century was going to Rafael became a burden hard to bear, not only could not find "The Tear", also missed the closeness of his "Creator."

While the place is embellished more and more, emerging in beauty above all other parts of the Earth. Colorful flowers oozing with fragrant scents of unparalleled spread their petals, opening to the sun in sacrificial death generates life, insects tireless libaban them, carrying seed to each other that reduplicated cross color and shapes that, in turn, were even more exalted than their predecessors. birds added their gaudy plumage of iridescent so unpredictable landscape out of nowhere, sweetening the spirited melodies morning breezes and sunsets with songs of nostalgia for the lost day. Many other animals were already incorporated to life and ran around in lazy and useless frolicking through meadows, valleys and streams.

But the bereaved Angel was increasingly depressed and sorry, so the time came when he decided to return to where they came, to appear before the Almighty to realize how empty your messaging, your maximum benevolence accepting his decision which, he feared could walk away from it altogether.

- "Eternally away from God, he thought," When a single moment without his eyes and is everlasting torment. "

finally returned and could see his image, after so long, could have blinded by love, if it were not for such absence recalled the image de Dios con todo su esplendor, que no disminuye jamás un ápice su intensidad. Al ser requerido de explicaciones Rafael no acertaba sino a tartamudear , tiritando ante el mero pensamiento de su incapacidad para realizar el hallazgo y exponer su falla. Poco a poco, con frases inconexas pudo dar cuenta de lo acontecido. Entonces calló…y esperó…

Dios dijo entonces:

-“ Rafael, mi querido y revoltoso querubín. Yo conozco lo Primero y lo Último; no hubo un Antes ni habrá un Después a Mí. No existe rincón en toda la Creación que escape a mi omnisciencia and desire. So especially when you reported has been accurate with my mandate to Nature that prevented you from finding " The Tear" was shed for you provoke her, and lover of Me. From today you will not be and angel, but Archangel Raphael, you will be the seventh of them, a place that you always booked. The color green is your own, because from now means hope, and get healing powers of bodies and souls for when people inhabit the land where the water came life that you saw. For you, Raphael, Archangel will be Custodio of that place, to call men and Guadalquivir Córdoba be your river will become land of tolerance, understanding and harmony where born scholars, poets and thousands of other people, all noble and loyal to which will protect with all your heart.

my design is that where you spilled my "Teardrop" does not spill over, where I cried will not do any human being.

overlap No more tears to mine the land in spring. You be the Custodian for ever and ever and stretch your savior mantle that afflict the evils. It must fulfill that, at every point where you stopped a splash of liquid from my essence, you pick up a Triumph, it was you my Envoy ... And you will be their eternal vigilance and caregiver. "

Archangel Raphael came to Cordoba, transfigured, wearing beautiful garments of incandescent brightness. Its elytra had become beautiful wings also shining light that radiated from his back as a huge range of ice needles. Rafael saw his transformation into the incredulous eyes of the Virtues, who looked stunned so much beauty, matched only by that of the other archangels and only surpassed by "He who is."

Since then not have heard it has felt like abandoning it.

I was walking, years ago, after hours of dawn on a street of my city, Córdoba, called "From the liner, lighted by a few lanterns savvy chandelier that looked more like poorly disguised ocher fire the rusty patina in some areas their voluptuous handles.

The Guadalquivir near his cloak stretched foggy up there, trying to colonize the whole city, sprucing contour in the loss of a sublime charm. When you get where this street is surprised by " La Candelaria," called my attention to something that has always been there and I knew, but that day, mysteriously, got me pulling me past that wall was hopelessly and absorbing my mood and disposition.

At that wall is a niche good size with a sculpture dedicated to the Archangel Raphael, escorted by two other smaller containing votive candles and undying flame. On the larger niche is a legend that reads:

"Good are the prayers with fasting and better to give alms to have saved the treasures "

I focused my attention in that entry when I felt someone was talking in a whisper, just behind me, or at least there you I placed . His voice was as clear as sunrise in my hometown, sweeter than honey itself rosemary, intoxicating.

Slowly I was telling the whole story, the same I've tried to tell now with the much more awkward than that which he spoke to me in minutes. I belonged during that brief, intense time, because every cell in my body seemed to be sewn around the chronicle that was offered me.

When everything finished as soon as I could, tried to see the narrator. I could not, or there was no one or, if there was, was not visible to me.

After all even now I'm sure you have really lived. If I lived and I tell, nobody will believe me. If even if delirium chimera or do not, lose the chance that someone knows of a wonderful dream. I just hope that my words are not used to offend.

I fail to know if angels are mixed in trivial matters of mortal men and women, but I'm sure of it, San Rafael would not have chosen another place to live and Cordoba Cordoba not another that he would have liked to deliver his devotion and love.

Juan Rodríguez wallers