egged heat the crickets singing monotonously to a full moon, and every 28 days, shone in all splendor. In the street listening to children, as every summer. In the distance a radio repeated the song mercilessly fashion while the television was recovering some series already issued. El Corte Inglés
corticolous spread its back to school. Valladolid was preparing for the holidays while some libraries are filled with students again overwhelmed by the September exams. City works collapsed while many dreamed of ever seeing their team play football, basketball, handball ...
He, like every night, picked up a book, opened it and flew. He ate crickets routine while chanting monotonously to a full moon, and every 28 days, waking splendor shone all the werewolf ... AYG
- One more step, one step less. One more step, one step less. One more step, one step less ... Every time your foot full of blisters touched the ground repeated the same sentence. Fatigue indentation with one kilometer to the spirit and the sun heated to melt the logic. The only thing that encouraged him to follow was the goal, get a target. Two hundred yards
lay another pilgrim with a straw in the mouth under the shade of a large oak. He was barefoot, shoes without socks, and wore a huge smile on his face as he moved with grace the fingertips of your feet. He had a dirty brown and a long beard and tangled. The backpack that lay many things were left hanging: flags, scarves, bracelets ... On it rested a straw hat that was so messy that you could infer that made him to walk.
The boy kept walking, holding tightly to the stick and the goal of ending. -One more step, one step less. One more step, one step less. A step, a step less ... Passing the bearded pilgrim this interrupted him - You mean one less step, one step further? "Sorry, but I see no difference, said as he took off his brow. "Then you're a runner and not a walker, refused while nibbling straw .- But before the judge, explain why this rant continuously repeat each step you take. "Very simple, because each step of more than one less step I take is my destiny. - Do you think that? - Said with sadness and surprise as he took off the straw in the mouth. "Yes, that's what encouraged me to continue despite the pain, heat and fatigue replied .- reassert itself more securely than ever. -A I feel the opposite. - How? - The young man asked in surprise. "Yes, my every step I take gives me strength and also sadness because each step is a step LESS MORE enjoying to destination.
The boy nodded, digesting the words of that strange sage who kept talking. "The road is beautiful, every step is a prize and the goal is only a virtual final. If you really want to go and that's it, Grab a car and go. If you are walking, walking and beam path. Retrieves the concept of space, time and effort. The more difficult the ultimate goal happier you will be trying to achieve. And if you do not get discouraged because not always you will have created a path.
The young man looked back and laughed, there were still more than two hours to complete. He sat down, took off his shoes and began to move the fingertips of the feet.
In memory of all the pilgrims. A hug, be happy and TRACK! AYG
gentleman "It's simple: you only have to do is take a pill with each meal and at night, just before going to sleep is concentrated in two previously selected memories. The next morning those memories are gone.
"Okay, but what should I eat something, it has side effects ...?
"Same thing with Ibuprofen 600.
The old scruffy snuff reeking of alcohol and threw a look of disbelief to the doctor, or medical or scientific, let the man in white coats.
"Too easy, too many nights drowning in the vomit of my shame to tell me seven pills that I can die in peace. It is impossible grinding him in the fucking head.
"Science progresses gentleman, always at the service of man, always correcting past mistakes.
"And then what?
"After all, it's over. The evil that did disappear from your memory. The memories that you do not want to gnaw on the inside again.
"Well let's try. If I die just all of a fucking time, if it is all finished well. I think this is the easiest decision I ever made in my life.
Sitting on the couch he stroked his beard playing with the possibility to forget, to forget, not remember everything every second of this misery called life. Full arm tattoo stretched and put the palm of your hand up waiting for the boat with the pills. Scientist got a dozen in a jar and a piece accompanied with recommendations. The old man, with a hint of a smile on his face, clenched his fist with force and enthusiasm embracing oblivion.
- Ah! And remember that in three days I hope your visit to tell me their progress, their experiences and any conflicts that have arisen sporadically.
- What if I forget this too? "Then I shall
therapy has been a resounding success and I can take pills Olvidum the market.
Both looked and shook hands. The contact was fleeting, both felt caressing his dream on the other.
The conference room was packed. Media hundred and thirty countries covering the event. Was to present the scientific breakthrough of the year or maybe the century. The man was sweating white coat wrapped by the flashes of glory. Looking to stop the trembling of his left leg bent his knee while strongly pinched. His face was a picture of Picasso with a smile that was blurred natural space in the face.
stopped for two seconds when photographers raised their hand on the lectern and asked for silence. This was an immediate result of the anticipation. With a slight hoarseness cleared his throat and began his speech had prepared two weeks.
"Good evening. Today we all gathered here to submit Olvidum society. How many times soñasteis to forget something? How many unresolved traumas? Finally there is a solution. The broken heart will not cure the time but two Olvidum tablets with each meal. Finally we can delete those passages that torment the soul ...
Suddenly a merciless laughter rose above the scrum of journalists. All faces turned toward him immediately. And there, among a sea of \u200b\u200bmannequins in tie and suit, appeared an old drunk with tears in his eyes. The scientist tried to continue avoiding the awkward interruption.
-Olvidum
will be released in less than two weeks and the price may vary depending on the support ...
- Why? If this is a fucking fraud, "cried the old man as he walked toward the podium.
The scientist who could no longer ignore what was left watching him indigent.
- Excuse me, you know?
"And I know damn pussies scammer.
Then he acknowledged he was, one guinea pig that never returned.
- Why do you say that sir?
"Because this is not worth a shit, good for nothing.
"The results are tested ...
- So what?
- What do you mean what? We are facing the possibility of redress.
"Not correct to delete.
"Well, it's clear. We managed to make redemption to mankind. We will erase all the evil we have done.
"No ... because there are no bad or good, there are only consequences of your actions accordingly. And those forever haunt us ... - said as tears streamed down her cheek.
- The truth is I do not understand ... He took the beer feeling the chill of the water droplets filled the bottle. She turned on the stool and looked at the bar. The dirt camouflaged with makeup those that someday wanted to be beautiful. The sweat of your glasses falling relentlessly for a tired throats screaming to try to attract attention.
In the corners of the crowded bar bags and jackets with the essential: phone, wallet, keys ... everything is done. Suddenly begins to play that song two years ago martyred nonconformists ears but through repetition which everyone knew some verses. Regards. The adrenaline rush and people shamelessly bawling, screaming to break free of the chains, any excuse is good.
jerky movements follow a rhythm marked by a low, distant, covered by a cheeky guitar playing that keeps you coming to light, invisible but present, like the guy in the bar forward to your beer guzzling.
I understood but did not understand. I wanted to enter the light, open the windows of prejudice to join a theatrical reality. Rome burned and smelled like the spliff that two boys were smoking on the other end of the bar. The fire burned people. They feel beaten in search of something, to not feel so alone, to stay within a society increasingly difficult to understand.
He raised his beer and shout four unrelated words that were part of another song. He turned around, swallowed ass of that bottle and looked at the row of those bottles filled bottle. Asked another. He looked at the phone. Had a loss. He smiled. Burning to save your lives. Turned again to look at the bar, the world, society and with red eyes cry - Welcome to Paradise!
egged 
