TALES THAT ARE NOT TALES

Eternity

Insomnia gripped my rest like never before had. I remember what happened that afternoon; I felt observed as toured the exhibition of paintings at the Museum of Art; that looking to the right came across his eyes and what he brandished a very tender smile and walked towards me; she knew him, but it was not logical to meet someone you met in a dream. The memory of what she witnessed in that dream a few months ago returned during those moments when he approached; as a being without a physical body can move through space and time without being seen or heard. She walked part of the life of the man who approached that afternoon.

I the park enjoying what looked like home, with his wife. A place so welcoming because of the grass so well kept that it seemed to be a green carpet; bushes, plants, and flowers so artistically distributed; no divisible limits the garden limits. He reigned a silence broken only by the chirping of birds. They are looking happy; lolling by the pool, they conversed trivialities cheerfully. He possessed so bright and serene gaze lit up even more when looking at her, she for her part in her eyes a warm innocence; innocence not seen in dialogue with her lover on the decision to take to end the marriage that she was unbearable and that was only interested in money.

I saw her and her lover leaving a beach house in winter cuddled descended the rocky slope that separated the property of the bank. I watched from atop the adjacent bay between the rocks was a mound of sand that later would know it was. It was freezing even though the sun was shining in full. They conversed on no news of her husband, and that seemed to work was well done.

Spring seemed when I saw that mound of sand in the bay next to the beach house. The mound, lost among the rocks, had fallen as a result of the winds leaving sight: there was lying dead. For some strange reason had not entered his body badly decomposed, but no doubt was lifeless. I saw the new couple enjoying the summer, and those images are alternated with him lying on the beach sand, sheltered from water but not from the sun. She watched his face and hands were burned, his skin blistered, formed ulcers, and as her face was disfigured slowly. Because of the difficult access by land, nobody visited the bay. Nor could he glimpsed his body from the area houses because the rocks prevented vision. It was evident that no one could find him. He had begun the fall. He was in the bedroom of the couple, a beautiful white-walled room with large windows overlooking the park. They were there, above her, trying on some clothes. Unexpectedly the bedroom door opened, and he came accompanied by a doctor, was walking with some difficulty. His face deep traces of burns he suffered looked, but he was alive. The doctor drove him to the bed and helped him lie down. She looked at him wordlessly, was pale, and his face reflected the terror. He, however, smiled and kept the same serene and clear eyes that had so impressed me once saw them together in the park; he had lost was the brilliance that gave him love. He had begun the fall. He was in the bedroom of the couple, a beautiful white-walled room with large windows overlooking the park. They were there, above her, trying on some clothes. Unexpectedly the bedroom door opened, and he came accompanied by a doctor, was walking with some difficulty. His face deep traces of burns he suffered looked, but he was alive. The doctor drove him to the bed and helped him lie down. She looked at him wordlessly, was pale, and his face reflected the terror. He, however, smiled and kept the same serene and clear eyes that had so impressed me once saw them together in the park; he had lost was the brilliance that gave him love. He had begun the fall. He was in the bedroom of the couple, a beautiful white-walled room with large windows overlooking the park. They were there, above her, trying on some clothes. Unexpectedly the bedroom door opened, and he came accompanied by a doctor, was walking with some difficulty. His face deep traces of burns he suffered looked, but he was alive. The doctor drove him to the bed and helped him lie down. She looked at him wordlessly, was pale, and his face reflected the terror. He, however, smiled and kept the same serene and clear eyes that had so impressed me once saw them together in the park; he had lost was the brilliance that gave him love. a beautiful white-walled room with large windows overlooking the park. They were there, above her, trying on some clothes. Unexpectedly the bedroom door opened, and he came accompanied by a doctor, was walking with some difficulty. His face deep traces of burns he suffered looked, but he was alive. The doctor drove him to the bed and helped him lie down. She looked at him wordlessly, was pale, and his face reflected the terror. He, however, smiled and kept the same serene and clear eyes that had so impressed me once saw them together in the park; he had lost was the brilliance that gave him love. a beautiful white-walled room with large windows overlooking the park. They were there, above her, trying on some clothes. Unexpectedly the bedroom door opened, and he came accompanied by a doctor, was walking with some difficulty. His face deep traces of burns he suffered looked, but he was alive. The doctor drove him to the bed and helped him lie down. She looked at him wordlessly, was pale, and his face reflected the terror. He, however, smiled and kept the same serene and clear eyes that had so impressed me once saw them together in the park; he had lost was the brilliance that gave him love. Unexpectedly the bedroom door opened, and he came accompanied by a doctor, was walking with some difficulty. His face deep traces of burns he suffered looked, but he was alive. The doctor drove him to the bed and helped him lie down. She looked at him wordlessly, was pale, and his face reflected the terror. He, however, smiled and kept the same serene and clear eyes that had so impressed me once saw them together in the park; he had lost was the brilliance that gave him love. Unexpectedly the bedroom door opened, and he came accompanied by a doctor, was walking with some difficulty. His face deep traces of burns he suffered looked, but he was alive. The doctor drove him to the bed and helped him lie down. She looked at him wordlessly, was pale, and his face reflected the terror. He, however, smiled and kept the same serene and clear eyes that had so impressed me once saw them together in the park; he had lost was the brilliance that gave him love.

- The power of her husband's recovery is amazing; in just two weeks, regenerated tissues affected by third-degree burns; he should be dead, and yet he is in perfect health. These medicines should continue for a few more days but do not worry, I'll stay in the city until it is fully relieved.

The doctor said this in the tone of astonishment that his experience and professionalism allow him. Although he did not understand how the patient was so well, he spoke about the subject with the utmost discretion, as playing down his ignorance. He held out his hand, and both retired. Lover entered the room to the medical leave, terror in his eyes that gave him the situation against which it was looked.

- They thought he was dead, they were wrong, say that I just went on a trip. I recognize that I almost did not come back, but I changed my mind. It happens that I do not need my body to travel, I reached my soul; It is great to see that your outer being is like a change of clothes which you leave or when you want to take. My soul left the flesh before the hired murderer who shot me, he thought the coup against the rocks had killed me. I took his pulse, found my breathing, there was no sign of life, so ended the work, do not believe that defrauded. Anyway, who had shot would not have changed the situation would return to the recomposed this kind of package containing my true self. Those who are fortunate enough that "they" have chosen, know how to separate the soul from matter; and how to live a spiritual desire, get eternity as a reward. - he said very calmly.

He reached into his pocket and scooping a handful of precious stones dropped on the bed.

- Part of the proceeds of this trip - said mockingly looking stones - Interesting, is not it?

They did not leave their astonishment. He watched the smiling, but with a compassionate expression as if he had not been the victim of this situation. He went on:

- Those who possess immortality can give to whoever we want. I was very close to share it with you. - he said, addressing his wife - I dreamed that we could be together forever, almost I make a grave mistake. Now that everything changed, I made a decision. I will not report them if that worries them. You have many projects, it is a pity that only you will witness them; You could have it all...

Suddenly he turned to me until that moment had been an invisible witness; He looked at me sweetly and said:

- I can not keep hate in my heart. I loved her, so I took both backs; to feel good about my body had recovered twenty-four hours, you saw me, you can realize how little I evolved in these two weeks. I already decided who will show you the way of eternity. Do not forget that living is a desire, just that, a strong and sincere passion.

That night when I woke up, he still seemed to be there and now approached smiling. My friend, who was next to me and introduced us, quickly demanded that a photographer went. He kissed my hand while my eyes. I felt confused and could only smile shyly.

- I had so many wishes we could converse regularly. I know you have any questions, it shows confusion on her face. Understandably, I told you all in a conventional short form, and you could not ask anything. No matter, tomorrow we will have lunch together, and we can talk about anything you want, have all the time in the world. "They" were not wrong when I spoke to you, they were right when they said it was worth returning.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, I did not feel uncomfortable. This man's speech and eyes conveyed only me peace and security. I nodded almost in a whisper

I came home, and as I manage to sleep, I began to write everything that happened. Fears decreased, not anxiety. The little doubt that I still feel is that achievement does not fully understand the meaning of the word eternity.