Spring

He was in a place where he had never been one of those places where he is only in fantasies they have, it was a garden like Elisios fields next to him was a group of young people who also enjoyed the place. The fruits were so exquisite that their taste was something indescribable. Suddenly all go out to walk everywhere to appreciate the view of that place with more pleasure.

They arrived at a beach with blue waters so beautiful that nobody could take their eyes off of it and of waters so crystalline that it was nice to bathe in them. Everyone enjoyed the waters, the sand; none had uttered a word since they had only made gestures of admiration for such a fabulous place.

Then they came to a place where there was a group of musicians playing a celestial music something they had never heard before, sounds that encouraged listening and dancing with all the instruments.

When they finished listening to the music they moved to where the food was and, there they saw dishes of all types and sizes with such amount of food that only the gods would eat it finally one of them took the first place and began to taste the food. When he was about to taste the food, the icy cold of the morning woke him up. And it was when he realized everything had been a dream and, from which he had not wanted to wake up.

He began to remember everything he had dreamed of and suddenly everything that he saw, felt and tasted came to mind, but better still he remembered all those people he had somehow seen. And forcing even more his memory I can see that face that I always saw but that I can never divide in person. I was remembering those little details one by one and how I was making a small but very elaborate drawing of that body that I managed to hypnotize; Suddenly there was a noise that made him forget all that he had suffered so much but that in turn would make him suffer more, it was noise was the phone alarm that reminded him of the work he should attend to survive that precarious situation that I was going through.

Without thinking and automatically his body moved to the bathroom, room closep and so spent his day one like many others which were the same, get to sit at the desk, write down what goes in, what comes out and who enters and He leaves that governmental building, sometimes he moved to look for one of the workers so he requested a visit or they came to look for him from another building or apartment, that day more than any other he longed for arriving to his house to try to relive the dream that had traumatized him so much, but it was not only the dream but that angelic figure that had hypnotized him.

That figure was what in some way had him crazy to say it in a subtle way. One by one they spent working hours, lunch time came and went out to take his well-deserved rest to resume work, but it was not the rest he wanted but those in the afternoon when he returned home.

When the time finally came to go home I do not doubt it for a second and returned to the routine to get home, signed the exit, came to the bus stop that would leave a few blocks from home, once in Home did what he had to do, dinner, a bath, make the bed, until it was time to sleep which he did without thinking but, as always something prevented him from falling asleep in order to get to that so pleasant.

The moment arrived when he was able to reach that deep sleep that allowed him to go back to the long-awaited dream, where he could finally go back to that place that only there could see, the summit was when he finally saw that celestial figure, figure of which only he remembered his body since he had never been able to see his face and, only thought of filling it with pleasure, pleasure beyond his dreams, but when he could see it he knew who he was and those erotic desires were transformed into a feeling of pure love, that love that you only feel for family members or the people you have loved most in life.

That splendid angel was nothing more and nothing less than the one who at one time was one of his most beloved relatives, his cousin whom he had lost for some time now, and of whom he only saw by pictures of the memory although full of pain because they showed the candidness of his youth, these photos only showed that body aged by the treatments to combat that hard disease that ultimately claimed his life.

This came to remind him how happy he was in this once was the world where he lived when he was full of life and to give him a message which said always be careful where he went, that always seek to be happy with how much or little he had. And that they let her rest in peace received so much love and affection for which God awarded her by making him a Guardian Angel of his younger relatives and of those who would come on the way. He promised this angel that he would fulfill the message at face value.

When he finally received the message he woke up, could easily remember that dream at that time began to cry like a child when he has a pain or take away a toy with which he plays every day. The message I keep for myself and, began to be happy with what I had with me, with the passage of time fulfilled the word committed to that celestial being who was once his cousin.