| The true death I suddenly wake up frightened, cold and feeling empty, trying to understand why I have wakened up in earth ground, without bed or blanket and completely nude, there were no houses, asphalted streets, constructions, nothing, everything that man had built one day had disappeared, he could only see a few trees, one or another bird that seemed as amazed as me. I start to remember how the city landscape where I lived was and I got perplexed and started to wonder what could have happened, I felt empty as if a piece of mine was uprooted and I began thinking I was dreaming, so I pinched myself to find out whether I was awake or not, unfortunately I felt pain, I was really awake. The colors seemed to have changed, they seemed colorful, the world didn't seem to be as gray as it was, but how could I explain the disappearance of everything created? Then I sit down lonely, and I notice a light coming from my back, projecting my shadow, its shine increases more and more and as I am curious, I turn to look at it, it comes from a mysterious being that resembles an angel, a divine being that approaches to give me a message. It was funny for I couldn't say anything, but my thought was clearly audible, I greet the outsider due to fear, and we began talking without words, I ask him where he had come from, and he tells me that he comes from another dimension, I ask him if he knows the place where we are and he answers me he does, what makes me more and more bestirred. I ask him where I am and he tells me I am in the same place I was in the previous day, and he adds nothing changed, I ask him to explain to me what is happening and he says to me that everything is a reflex, 'what reflex?' I ask him. He answers it is my own reflex. I find out he meant that everything around us which is beautiful or ugly, sad or cheerful (except for nature) is just a dream that one day was created by somebody who made it, made the magic of transforming inconceivable things in real things. Then I realize that magnificent angel was the death, who had come searching an old and useless carcass R F Sanches 17.04.2001. |
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