Nerio creció con la mirada perdida, todos lo juzgaban por ser frutos de aquel hombre que estafó a medio pueblo. Pronto cumplirá 30 años y nada sabe de su padre.
Ve a su madre llorar todas las noches. ¿Cómo habrá muerto?, se dice ella.
La curiosidad de Nerio, supera toda incredulidad.
Tocó a la puerta de la cartomántica, le abrió una mujer cincuentona, lleva una manta en los hombros y un tabaco encendido. Sin dejar de mirarlo, le dijo:- Pase, usted viene a saber de un muerto o un vivo?.
Nerio le explicó que su padre desapareció antes de èl nacer y su madre ha envejecido con la angustia.
Icha revolvió sus cartas, echó humo y tocó una campana. Dijo una oración entre dientes y cerró los ojos por un instante.
-¿Eso les dijeron, que había muerto?
-Eso dice mi madre, que seguro lo mataron por las deudas. Ella hizo unas misas, no creo mucho en eso, pero...
Icha volvió a echar humo sobre las cartas y pronunció palabras incomprensibles.
-Los vivos no acuden a misa.
Nerio quedó perplejo. No podía entender del todo.
Ella movió las cartas una vez más.
-Dígale a su madre que los ojos no envejecen, si no entiende que venga a visitarne.. que camine el pueblo.
Guardó el mazo de cartas y mientras echaba humo, clavó la vista en la fotografía de la pared.
Al salir, Nerio rozó el brazo del hombre que le dio la dirección, el mismo de la fotografía. Solo repetía:
"Los ojos no envejecen, los ojos no envejecen, los ..."
Relato de ficción de mi autoría, no contiene IA. La fotografía callejera utilizada pertenece al artista Adonis Acosta
English
The eyes do not age
Nerio grew up with a lost look, everyone judged him for being the fruit of that man who swindled half the town. He will soon be 30 years old and knows nothing about his father. see his mother cry every night. How did he die? she says to herself. Nerio's curiosity surpasses all disbelief.
He knocked on the door of the card reader, a woman in her fifties opened the door, she had a blanket on her shoulders and a lit cigarette. Without stopping to look at him, he said: - Come on, are you here to find out about a dead person or a living person? Nerio explained to him that his father disappeared before he was born and his mother has grown old with anguish. Icha shuffled her cards, fumed, and rang a bell. He said a prayer under his breath and closed his eyes for a moment. -Did they tell you that he had died? -That's what my mother says, that they probably killed him because of the debts. She did some masses, I don't believe much in that, but... Icha smoked the cards again and uttered incomprehensible words.
-The living do not go to mass. Nerio was perplexed. I couldn't quite understand. She moved the cards once more. -Tell your mother that eyes don't age, if she doesn't understand why she should come visit me... let her walk around town. He put away the deck of cards and, fuming, stared at the photograph on the wall. As he left, Nerio brushed the arm of the man who gave him the address, the same one in the photograph. I just repeated: "The eyes do not age, the eyes do not age, the..."
Fictional story of my authorship, does not contain AI. The street photography used belongs to the artist Adonis Acosta
