El cambiante
Se escuchaba fuerte como golpes en seco, cuando hundía sus manos en el agua, para sacar las cabezas y los corazones azules, con tal suavidad que los parecía dormitar
Las colocaba en cestas grandes y redondas tejitas de fibras de los arboles, a su alrededor se veían los rasguños de donde tomaba las tiras para sus piezas, mientras con tal ternura las colocaba a lado de verduras racimos y plantas como calabazas y frutos, al final se escuchaban un crujir eran las ultimas cestas de las cuales emergían seres formados, agradecidos, estirándose como abriéndose a la vida a ese aire fresco en su caras y ala no preocupación
Mientras él les susurraba,” debajo de la raíz grande del nogal, hay ropa vístete y anda “
Enfrente , perros azules con pelos en ámbar persiguiéndose la cola , que nunca atraparan , gruñendo y desangrándose por la boca , tosiendo de cansancio mirando hacia arriba , como si buscaran un porque ,mientras chorreaban liquido por las heridas , parecía cual coreografía en conjunto a las luciérnagas que los perseguían rodeándolos
, como los arboles que crecían alrededor de aquella escena como unos nidos como torcidos, como si fueran rodeándolos cubriéndolos o huyéndoles quizá
El chasquido seguía en los miraba con ojos de vacio sin pupila incómodamente tiernos, tranquilo apacible casi sintiendo el amor que aquel alma les tenia al recogerlos del rio
Algunos de aquellas cabezas le decían al ente que no, que no era momento y el les sonreía mientras les tocaba la frente y les colocaba una flor azul en la frente la cual parecía encajárseles
El se hallaba sentado en una cama de pétalos gigantes pero no marchitos
Con sangre saliendo de sus muñecas los parecía fertilizar
Usaba vendas negras en las manos hasta el antebrazo colocadas sin cuidado, una túnica que parecía de algodón de azúcar como si removiera algo dentro parecía tener algo o estar creando algo,
Usaba una máscara burda de colmillos regalados de la muda de animales , pelo negro con colores en destellos y una corona como de vidrio rosa , usaba un traje de pelo ,que se movía y se escuchaban oraciones cuando se movía , salían de el los rezos para los que van naciendo
El tejía otra cesta mientras algunos seres reformados se preguntaban de donde venían antes de ser arrebatados y rearmados
Algunos se quedaban lejos, de él pero viéndolo tejer, se erguían y seguían su camino para vestirse y juntarse platicarse recuerdos de la vida anterior y enamorarse con el sonido del otro
Los perros les ladraban para indicarles su sendero un camino empinado de piedra por que había que bajar , sentados casi arrastrándose por lo empinado de aquel lugar , aunque los perros a algunos los ayudaban y no los abandonaron jamás entre piedras moradas y de colores troncos salían entre ellos y humo denso color blanco casi como alguna limpia
Un ser formado le preguntaba de qué va su vida porque sigue recogiendo pedazos de arroyo metiendo sus manos en la fría agua para salvar almas
Lo miraba como si le tuviera amor , pero ese amor que se le tiene a quien no comprende al ignorante del hecho o la situación debido a eso el ser le comento que el debería saber el porqué se hace la transformación de algo que nunca pidió ser
Pero los perros negros no entienden del pecado ni de sentimientos encontrados, y en su saliva hay vida que mientras cae al suelo la planta germina y uno lo tomo y lo guio mientras el ente le decía adiós
Mientras aquel ser se retiraba jalado por el perro se escuchaban los chasquidos cada vez más débiles, mientras más fuerte se escuchaba conversaciones, de ideas risas y aullidos.
The changing
She sounded strong as dry blows, when dipped their hands into the water, to remove the heads and hearts blue, so softly that seemed to doze
Placed them in big round baskets Tejitas fiber trees, looked around scratches where strips took their parts, while so tenderly placed beside the clusters and vegetables such as pumpkins and fruit plants, the end could hear a creaking baskets were the last of which formed beings emerged, grateful, stretching like opening to life that fresh air in your face and not worry wing
While he whispered, "under the big walnut root, no dress clothes and walk"
Opposite, hairy blue dogs chasing its tail in amber, never caught, growling and bleeding from the mouth, coughing tired looking upward, as if seeking one because, while liquid dripping from the wounds, which seemed to set choreography surrounding them were chasing fireflies
Like trees growing around the scene as a nest as crooked, like maybe huyéndoles surrounding them or covering them
The crack was in the empty eyes stared without pupil uncomfortably tender, quiet peaceful almost feeling the love that soul had to collect them from the river
Some of those heads they told the agency that no, that was not the time and smiled as they touched their face and they put a blue flower on the forehead which seemed encajárseles
He was sitting on a bed of wilted petals giants but not
With blood gushing from his wrists seemed fertilize the
He wore black bands on their hands until the forearm placed carelessly, a robe that looked like cotton candy removiera something inside seemed to have something or creating something,
He wore a crude mask gifted tusks of animals shedding, hair color black with sparkles and a crown glass pink hair wearing a suit, and moving prayers were heard when she moved, out of the prayers for those who are born
The other basket weaving while some reformed beings wondered where they came from before being caught and rearmed
Some stayed away, but seeing him weaving, rose and went on their way to dress and join platicarse memories of the previous life and falling in love with the sound of the other
The dogs were barking to indicate your path a steep stone that was down, sitting almost crawling steepness of the place, although some dogs helped them and never abandoned them between stones and colored purple trunks out between them and dense white smoke almost any clean
A being formed what is asked of her life because stream continues to collect pieces of sticking their hands in cold water to save souls
He looked as if he had love, but that love that she has for the ignorant who do not understand the situation or the fact that due to being told him that he should know why the transformation is something I never asked to be
But the black dogs do not understand sin or feelings, and no life in their saliva that falls to the floor while the plant germinates and one took it and guided while being told goodbye
While that being retired by the dog pulled the clicks were heard growing fainter, the harder you listened to conversations, laughter and howls of ideas.
She sounded strong as dry blows, when dipped their hands into the water, to remove the heads and hearts blue, so softly that seemed to doze
Placed them in big round baskets Tejitas fiber trees, looked around scratches where strips took their parts, while so tenderly placed beside the clusters and vegetables such as pumpkins and fruit plants, the end could hear a creaking baskets were the last of which formed beings emerged, grateful, stretching like opening to life that fresh air in your face and not worry wing
While he whispered, "under the big walnut root, no dress clothes and walk"
Opposite, hairy blue dogs chasing its tail in amber, never caught, growling and bleeding from the mouth, coughing tired looking upward, as if seeking one because, while liquid dripping from the wounds, which seemed to set choreography surrounding them were chasing fireflies
Like trees growing around the scene as a nest as crooked, like maybe huyéndoles surrounding them or covering them
The crack was in the empty eyes stared without pupil uncomfortably tender, quiet peaceful almost feeling the love that soul had to collect them from the river
Some of those heads they told the agency that no, that was not the time and smiled as they touched their face and they put a blue flower on the forehead which seemed encajárseles
He was sitting on a bed of wilted petals giants but not
With blood gushing from his wrists seemed fertilize the
He wore black bands on their hands until the forearm placed carelessly, a robe that looked like cotton candy removiera something inside seemed to have something or creating something,
He wore a crude mask gifted tusks of animals shedding, hair color black with sparkles and a crown glass pink hair wearing a suit, and moving prayers were heard when she moved, out of the prayers for those who are born
The other basket weaving while some reformed beings wondered where they came from before being caught and rearmed
Some stayed away, but seeing him weaving, rose and went on their way to dress and join platicarse memories of the previous life and falling in love with the sound of the other
The dogs were barking to indicate your path a steep stone that was down, sitting almost crawling steepness of the place, although some dogs helped them and never abandoned them between stones and colored purple trunks out between them and dense white smoke almost any clean
A being formed what is asked of her life because stream continues to collect pieces of sticking their hands in cold water to save souls
He looked as if he had love, but that love that she has for the ignorant who do not understand the situation or the fact that due to being told him that he should know why the transformation is something I never asked to be
But the black dogs do not understand sin or feelings, and no life in their saliva that falls to the floor while the plant germinates and one took it and guided while being told goodbye
While that being retired by the dog pulled the clicks were heard growing fainter, the harder you listened to conversations, laughter and howls of ideas.
