His father is still hiding behind the trees of the garden.
- Say yes, "she hides the boy says to his mother. Twelve years is that child and pokes his head through Cucardas roses and to see if his father is behind the flowers, vegetation.
- Tell me if you hide Clotilde, tell him to hide.
"No, you have not seen your father, you'll never see because they have been traveling," she replied.
The boy ran to look at the garden. Clotilde was always right, no one was there. Nor after the ficus in the street and at home on a sofa was a newspaper two years ago had not been touched and a pair of slippers desilachadas. Clotilde said nothing more. The boy kept running, this time by a passage where he thought he saw the head of his father and also at that time had to accept the truth that his father had been traveling for so long that it was true that he had seen walking down the hall, I could not be true that his father had just read the newspaper sitting on a chair with legs crossed slippers on.
travel is gone, he thought the boy, thought so and said that will one day return travel from far away, after a long period of absence and slippers that are there. He did not like to grab the newspaper from his father.
is on your desktop and is not. The child is glued to the glass window in the old paper yellow wall. In the recessed trim moth lands where the sunshine of the afternoon, is also bleached portraits, and the child Clotilde says, but she did not want to talk.
He, his father is inside the wall, and what went into the wall one day have to leave there to say it will take to the stage, children do not pay the ticket at the stadium. Cotilde But let that be the case, he hates everything that hurts the child. Clotilde hates the blue wall because the child believes he is inside that wall, and hate when that child is talking to that wall. And the child does not know who his father is on the other hand, it has not gone on the road, that does not mean what it's called the site name where it is.
Dad, you got inside that wall and I never saw her again.
And so this man has to go some day the wall, you may leave when the child does not hit his head on the top of the table, perhaps already left and that is why your child sees. A Clotilde likes to say that the house has been so empty that looks like a square after midnight. And no one shows up, nor anyone who comes out of nowhere. Then the boy replied:
- Mom If so, then many times you slam the door on the inside after dark, why you pull like crazy latches and bolts, why do you say you they do not mess which are outside the walls.
Clotilde, at night, gently pulls back the curtains of the room and looks out to see if there is someone on the street, see if a man behind the outdoor garden plants, if you travel has been hidden behind the ficus, but no one, only one light enters the room and goes to the dining room.
But the child does not see it. He is on the street. He fully recognizes. He knows how to smile. Recognizes his mustache, the cadence of his steps. Know it's there, coming year after year, and stands in the shadows, in the corner, on the sidewalk after gladioli, after the ficus.
The child sees every day from the window. Clotilde is asleep.
The child knows that this man called Demetrius. Demetrius is dressed as the child knows that he dresses. I can not remember what his voice is.
The boy opens the door and out into the street. Clotilde's eyes are closed on purpose. Can not do anything. Now you can avoid it. He knows that if you open your eyes cry immediately. You can not open my eyes because it will have no other thing to run after the child and stop it. He runs
strode down the darkened shred. Demetrius
while going ahead. He disappears and appears at the same time.
foci at the tip of the posts also appear and disappear behind the trees, and the street is opaque, almost no light and everything is cradled by the sea breeze comes up the cliff, because the child knows about is a square that opens timid between spherical lights and green seats toward it runs at full speed.
runs to somewhere but not out of that rag. Demetrio waits hidden inside the iodized air. It has always been there.
The child knows that Demetrius is back bringing the world's most beautiful object hidden inside the bag.
many times the child has guessed the existence of this wonderful object.
And Demetrius is there. Sure it's there. It has always been there. Never has been. Saca
what lurks in the sack. It's on the ground.
Child puts a couple of stones, one on each side, and he stops at the center between two stones.
The child knows that between this man and where to watch it, that between Demetrius and he is twelve steps, twelve fine steps, twelve steps astray, counted countless times, so you can not establish how many there have been twelve steps . Thus the child has the steps again.
Extend your legs as much as you can to tell.
One .. two ... three ... twelve.
The child is standing in front of the man and holds his gaze. Then
back in place.
Child torso bends slightly forward, your arms loose, open hands to the knees.
His father kicks the ball.
(Calderón Fajardo, Carlos. He who dies blink. Lima: San Marcos, 1999)
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