The soul raptor

If you are fortunate to have friends enjoy their company, there is a source of ideas and feelings that you will always remember with appreciation.

“If your soul shines brightly and echoes in others, you will be recognized despite not wanting it; you could hide but your light will shine and you will be discovered by those you have touched “

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

The group of 8 shipwrecked men, each night around a bonfire, celebrated telling others the wildest stories, unusual facts that are told in confidence and that possibly the vast majority might not know of it, one part because none of them was from the same roots as the others, and the other because it was fascinating to compete to be the one with the most entertaining and engaging stories to share.

It was thus that it was his turn for Evaristo, the man who knew about remedies and who for some may have been considered a sorcerer and his story really kept them attentive and with wide eyes and bewilderment in the soul:

Evaristo who was given to theatricality at the beginning of his story he threw a fist of sand at the stake, the sound sizzling and that caused a feeling of astonishment among the other men.

His story spoke of a kidnapper, but he was not an ordinary being of those who take women and possess them, this man did it with his eyes, he stole the souls of all those who proposed and then disappeared forever.

Alarmed Javier asked how this could have happened and Evaristo, pointing with his finger, gravely argued the following:

It is and has been the worst way to apprehend a human being, cut off the freedom to decide his story, invalidate the people who are They would approach her because they believed that she was always the same person.

His heartless abduction captivated women, leaving them devoid of freedom to find happiness, they could be seen waiting for what would never come, avoiding the most sincere love for the sake of not seeing him, just the eyes of his abductor.

Zila angrily claimed to Evaristo that such vileness had no forgiveness from any heaven or deity known or to be known, but at the same time, she questioned the rapporteur if any of the women could be happy to see themselves in that situation where there was peace into that stranger feeling.

Diego, before letting Evaristo answer exclaimed:

-How in hell love is shared, it is something of the body and not only of the soul, if they steal it from you to love the one close to you,  you are also screwed!

Evaristo looked at them for an instant and firmly pointed out:

-That is the reason why some women cover their faces, to avoid the raptors of souls, it usually happens between some towns and a lady I could never see told me this story that I have now told you.

The men were surprised and fearful that not only were abductors of women’s souls, falling before the spell of one of them would be something denigrating for a male.

Diego noted with some uncertainty:

-I could not bear the idea of ​​going to a woman’s bed and seeing the face of the one who stole my soul.

They all laughed out loud and Santiago told him:

-Be glad to get to possess a woman and feel satisfaction. I think I see that palm tree and I already feel attractive and appetizing!

Each of them would tell a funny or tragic story and their lives will be enriched by the stories of the others and in that way, they were taking the road to their next destination.

If you are fortunate to have friends enjoy their company, there is a source of ideas and feelings that you will always remember with appreciation.

Author´s Notes:

Wikipedia note:  It comes from the Greek Εὐάρεστος, from εὐ (good) and ἀρεστός (to please), so it means “pleasant”, “one who is helpful”

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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 agradable para todo el que escribe

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