La trama

Me llamó mucho la atención estas figuras en el portal de Belén de Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, ¿qué estarán tramando?

I was very surprised by these figures on the portal of Bethlehem Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, what are they up to?

The last note of the course

Leonides was a bad student. He did not understand the world around him because, even the simplest element, it was very complicated. He never understood why they had given him such a fancy name. He would have preferred a simpler one. With a John or with a Peter, with any of them, he would have conformed.

But things got twisted. He started going to school and he found  the world of mathematics, language, physics, chemistry and science. Why was the world so difficult and complicated when everything could be simpler? He did not understand it.

But Leonides had will and a lot of time. Those two elements were the ones that supported, from the base, his future as a student. 

He went from one educational level to another like the one that climbs a mountain. Step by step, centimeter by centimeter, until it arrives at the University.

In the university he continued using that binomial that had given him so much success, will and time.

Thus he reached the last year of his career. There he found the most convoluted subject of his life:

 Quantum analysis of refractory optical bipolarity. 

This subject taught it by Professor Euclides, who was reputed to be one of the toughest in the university. He had always seen in Leonides a mediocre, unintelligent student with little future as a telecommunications professional.

Leonides devoted himself completely to the subject, because he knew he would have problems. He looking for the time and the will from where he did not have. He even left some subjects for February to dedicate himself, with all his strength, to climb one of the most complex routes of that mountain of five peaks, which was the university.

When the day of the exam arrived, he was prepared, self-assured  and confident to pass the exam, until he turn around the exercise around. In that instant he understood that it was not going to be easy. Just at the moment when the teacher said in his laconic voice: 

The exam begins

Their eyes met. He with the cold and distant look and the professor with a forced and cynical smile.

The next day he went to look at the notes. He searched itself in the list that posted on the bulletin board. He followed with his index finger each one of the names that formed his course, while listening to his heart runaway. He stopped in his name and saw the note: 4,99 - Suspense.

He watched the tutorial hours of Professor Euclides. Every day from 1:30 p.m. He turned his wrist and check that it was 13.15.  He decided to wait. I wanted a reasonable explanation, if there was one.

When the time came, he knocked on the door of the professor's office, heard how he invited him to come in and he said:

—You have not delayed much in coming to claim the note.

—I have come to see my exam. I want a logical explanation of that tenth that has left me out of the approved.

—A logical explanation? I do not know if my explanation will be logical.

—But a tenth is nothing.

—Nothing! This affirms what of you, gentleman. A tenth is a lot, so much that it can, for example, ruin all scientific research.

Yes, but this is not a scientific investigation, it is a simple examination. I have been a good student, I have never missed class and I have done all the works you have proposed.

—Is true, but the exam is the exam and you have not approved it. It is simple.

—Yes, for a tenth.

How I explain it to you so that you understand me. A tenth can be the border between life and death, between staying or passing, between going up and going down. Understands?

—No, I do not understand.

—Well, if you do not understand ... There's nothing more to talk about. You suspended and that is not going to change anyone, —he said sharply looking at his papers.

Leonides looked around wondering why things were so complicated. He observed Professor Euclides's desk, with mountains of papers. The professor looked at his papers and ended the conversation.

Leonides turned around, opened the door to get out, but could see that on the shelf there was a box cutter yellow. He stopped, took it, pressed the button take out the steel blade, turned and said to the teacher:

—I've thought about that, that a tenth can be the difference between life and death. And you are right.

The professor raised his head, and at this precise moment, Leonides cut his throat. He sat in front of the teacher watching him to bleed as the professor  trying to stop the bleeding with his hands, but nothing could do.

Leonides got up, approached the professor, moved the chair back and looked at the computer screen his file. He looked for the box where the 4,99 was. He selected it with the mouse and changed it to a five. He closed the program of qualifications, put the box cutter in the pocket of the sweatshirt and when he left, he thought::

 —What you need to do to change a note.

 Image source: Pixabay 

La Navidad de Triana

La voz del terror

Se tomó el chocolate. Se levantó. Se dirigió a la barra a pagar. Allí escuchó una voz que la estremeció. No podía ser él. Se giró y lo vio. Sí, era él. El verdugo de miles de sus compatriotas. Se acarició los seis dígitos tatuados en su antebrazo derecho y recordó la barbarie nazi. Se salió de la fila y se sentó. No podía respirar. Después se levantó, cogió una silla y se la estrelló en la cabeza, una y otra vez, hasta que alguien logró detenerla. Lo observó en suelo, muerto, y pensó que por fin se hizo justicia. 

Fuente de la foto: Pixabay-Jacek Abramowicz

Sandalias abandonadas

Alguien se cansó de caminar y dejó estas sandalias en un agujero de una casa abandonada. Valdeande, septiembre de 2017

I killed you

Yes, I remember you. When we played in the streets running after your fantasies that they exploded it like the flowers in spring. When we flying ours kites, those with the soul of cane, that we wore with multicolored papers and that we pasted with potato baked . When we played on our white tree, painting on the cobbled road. I later discovered was our particular version of baseball.

Yes, I remember you. When we built a large zip line, with a threadbare steel cable that we found in one of our ravines and we threw ourselves with an old bicycle handlebar. We spitting to danger in the face. When, with that stinky mattress, we threw ourselves down the slopes of the barranco de La Ballena in search of speed and the adrenaline us came out through the pores.

Yes, I know, I killed you.

Now I look for you in the memories. Is all I have left, to plunge into the depths, to give you a hand and to be the child I once was. The one who from time to time touches me at the door and asks me, do we play?

Image source: Pixabay 

Esperando para partir

Las barcas siempre están dispuestas para partir. Playa de Las Canteras. Agosto de 2017.