If you have made a deal, wait for answers.

The best roads are those that you have not travelled, in them are the moments that you have to discover and with which you have to rejoice, everything changes and life teaches you that it is so.

“That force to which you are attached will give you a test, where you will understand that for her any alternative is not a half-deal”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Hora, as the days went by, knew the way which had to advance, that night he dreamed of a calm sea that made him feel happy and grateful with life, what he did not fully know was the moment in which he should begin, feeling great sadness when looking at all the work done with the passing of the months in that valley that without belonging to him had made him fall in love and for a time allowed him to be protector and giver of life.

That night he dreamed of a calm sea that made him feel happy and grateful with life

Resolved and counting on everything necessary to give himself courage, that afternoon he looked at the sky and calmly said to the custodian with whom he made a pact and said:

<Ray, I appreciate the arrow that you put for me in the sky, I asked you for protection for my green children, now I ask you for a sign to know what will be theirs and thus continue my journey. >

Hora went serenely to sleep, confident that the answer would come when Rayo considered it appropriate, nothing is given on the eve, the man who until now cared for and strengthened the valley knew perfectly well.

As the days went by, a time of copious rain, humid heat and burning sun arrived; Suffocated, Hora and Duplo continued to make their trips to the mountainous edges in a punctual way and working the land in the afternoons, to tell the truth Duplo did not do much but he was a good gravedigger of bones and Hora answered him every time he saw him doing that:

– Duplo you are a guardian of the earth you give it food your way, those bones will make strong and nourished forests.

Duplo responded with a few barks and fluttering tail; their lives were just nice.

In the afternoon, the man from the South thanked the vaporous clouds that took away the brightness of the Sun for a moment, they both went to bathe in the stream, they returned with the Sun hidden and fatigue on their backs. Now all he wanted was to see the smile of his beloved Moon through his window, but the clouds prevented it.

The rain began but suddenly stopped and some portentous thunder was heard in the distance, both from the window saw them with that look of someone who has the honour of observing the most fascinating spectacle from home.

The clouds gathered and the wind formed various figures with them, then, before Hora and Duplo got ready to sleep, the Lightning appeared and with all its power it nailed itself in the middle of the fields and bushes of the valley, its roar made howl to Duplo, the moment Hora hugged him covering his ears with his hands.

Their hearts shook with force, the earth shook its foundations and a blinding light appeared through the window, Hora raised Duplo in his arms, astonished at that deadly scene.

All the work of months had turned into a bonfire, Duplo swirled in the arms of the man of the South to get away from them when the flames reached the palm hut.

They both ran towards the stream without looking back, there was nothing to rescue, they only had each other at that moment. Hora realized that the signal had been delivered to him and looking up at the sky of great clouds, he raised his voice:

I receive the expected message, friend Ray, I understand clearly: I am my home, my seeds are in my body, I will have children of the flesh that they have to honour you and they will know about you, my path continues with my dog ​​friend until he decides to do it!

Walking through the valley downhill following the riverbed, Hora chatted with Duplo:

“Friend, he taught me that well-tilled land needs good ashes, do you remember?” everything will be fine nature is wise and powerful, come on Duplo, life expects the best of us !!!

The best roads are those that you have not travelled, in them are the moments that you have to discover and with which you have to rejoice, everything changes and life teaches you that it is so.

Author´s notes:

Photograph of Dr. Enrique González: “The serene calm sea”

Photo by Lachlan Ross on Pexels.com

Autor: Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Escribir es una de las actividades creativas más fascinantes que existe, indagar lo caminos de diferentes versiones, encontrar motivos para acrecentar el cauce de un relato y motivar a la lectura, es una gran motivación para todo el que escribe

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