Relatos de la Noche - El pueblo a donde no entra Dios (historia completa)

Episode Date: January 28, 2025

Es hora de conocer el final de esta historia. Un relato que habla de un viaje a un lugar extraño que esconde secretos, pero también del duelo, de los lugares oscuros a donde nos lleva nuestra mente en los momentos más vulnerables de dolor.¿Te atreves a escuchar?Compra mi libro aquí: https://www.amazon.com.mx/Relatos-noche-Uriel-Reyes/dp/6073836201/También está en la librería más cerca de ti o en tu preferida para comprar en línea.Síguenos en instagram: https://www.instagram.com/RDLNoficial/Comparte tu relato en: [e-mail] comercial: [e-mail] Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoicesSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This is the history complete and conclusion of the people to where no enter God. A relato that about a new a place that iscrund

but also about the duelo, of the places oscouros to where we have our mind in the moments more vulnerable

of the dolorable of the only first parts, you can you go to the mark of one hour,

9 minutes and 16 seconds to hear only the conclusion. the chapter 3. If no, I'd

I'd a while this night. Bienvenito. Bienvenida. Comeensamos. To tell us this story, I've got to

back to the beginning to all the first time that I've seen that other plan, the of the

subranatural. I had 22 years when I knew I'm Stefani we've we've been

many years for a few months and was sufficient for enomorarmarm to

to be to never, in the life, I would ever to feel what in that moment I felt. Sufficient to form a family with her and with Melisa. Her daughter, that was also my own, the light of my eyes, the major treasure that I could have in the world,

but they had something with them, something that was kept where they'd, the sombre of the father of Melisa, a presence that could be able to feel, that I could feel a menaceant aggressive

not I'm talking about about about a lot of that's he was after that's after she was but

her mother the mother of this man, envio something I don't see

well or but something that she ever that's not even that's not even

that's he'd to bea her to get to her her daughter to

Even though they were told and they adviried of brujeries and malditions, Stefania decided to not to create. Nothing in his experience he had to think, contemplate if it was really as a type of situations. Even so, I knew that in the family of that man with who he had a child, with that had a child, had people that practicable rites strange, on all her suegra, who intented to maintain

in contact, even after the death of his son. But that never was a possibility for Stephanie. Melisa had to be as far awayada that could. The most alighed of her power. Of that family. But the presence existed. She was, Melissa, it was. I was a testigo of what real that could be able to do.

Veran, I waspired a madrugat when I heard to cry, I was something that was something that was the same thing. Stephanie, not so I was so I was up to talk to Meli. Always were

those own ownos of those shantos of that form with a little of the words to calm her and arroped

her well, she had a litter in her room. When I went to look her that had left those peluches

in the camera of that had had been had been to be done to be I'm

I'm very but I'm completely in silence. No, there had any a signal that I had been having one of his pesedias. The bit so tranquil that I imagined that it had been, now, a new, a new, a new a new one, never. Cere the door very fast for not to start her. When I was

he did, I heard a chant in the door. For what I had to open the door. The new, I was all right, again. Me I'm acerque. It was clear that I was in

immediate. Like if there was something that was burlable to me, that was playing with me and I said

she was she could be playing with me making me a drama but not something she

did she was timid and very serious she was she was breathing very profoundly and almost

roncating no there was that was a I was a little bit more imagination. I revised the camera of the above. No, there was more than her.

Revised, I was just a cajas and various pairs of the chapatos. No, there were armarios, or a roperer in that quarter, where someone could have been been in a second. The ventana was closed. No sound was from the street. It was completely tranquil,

Vacilla and silenciled at that hour of the nightrored. No, definitively was my imagination. I felled the quarter, but this time only entre-seller the door. But in-cantle did, something sonned. Despacio, but something that made me call the attention, that made me stop me. Something was moved into the room. There was something there, with Melisa.

When I opened the door, there was something that may seem to be the image of a dream. of a a bedsideia Melissa was at the oria her

she was gonna like she something like she was like that the person to get her to

get her she wrote dormita and I was I was to get to get to get

I cance do it there there something there something something

malignant something lamentableable as this not this not is her

this not Lamentably, not is the history of a family tormented by demons or demons, or notamble. I am only. And this was only the principle of my story, of my maldita history. I will say something and not is for to be astustars, but I think that our sensibility to the world of the paranormal, depends that we are in contact direct with him in at some moment,

to come in a place, to know a person, being the place incorrect, in the moment that's for so there's many stories, so in this

place, no? For so are the persons that start a relato with, I don't believe in phantas,

or for me the paranormal were only only questions until that me passed. And is that in some

the way, I'm also, I know that that I think that that night, when I

I saw that something I'd like a melissa to to throw her to the camera. Something in me was active. Because, since thence to recetive to my around

and over all the first moment, a sonos. Sooons that me were things that were

to occurrary. No, good, nor bad, things simple, details tontos, never with

importance, but no I'd have to be a rarrow, you know? I'd be I'd have been to find me

I'd be able to I'm quite that the packet that I'd never would be that I'm

my mom my mom would be that I'm important to be my time to get to my time you've got to half a minute of something that's a lot of people that am I'm in

a dream But, even, they have seen, knowing that, a few have seen in their dreams that tend to be reality more time than time. I've had a maldito, sooen where I've already, everything

ever ever, me importo. This is the history of a voyage, but it's a little bit of a house. My name I don't want to share to share my dear community, but I have to

tell you some things about me. Nassie, I grew- I've been I've been a little bit in a

little bit of Los Angeles California. I always was very very close to my side of my

mother, also for the family, but for the visits that I used to my best of my great

a brother, who was a family was in Mexicali. In that time we had to

we had to a quarter in the house of his tios that they'd was a summently enbrujado.

Conted there of a man that disappeared for all the house and that always he was and he was in

a bit of the room. But I and my friends never nothing strange,

in the most minimum. For so I said, I was not a

sensible. I was a septic and yeah, but he didn't

think about that I'm in Mexico and I saw I'm Missa.

The My best friend of the her mother, of my friend. When me they presented, we talked about after very

late at the four, until we came out of the morning of those hoturosa to get

and you still you're doing the night. A night I knew all the story,

that just days before had had been had been to get to that you

literally to get a man, was a man, violent, that finally

was had been left he had been he was he was the

the bestindario with a with a Sheeshion. And even though she said, She always She always knew that she She said exactly the same for me She wanted,

Necessible a time Toxicer to detoxicers of all the malo that I've in her anterior and a unique relation For that's almost half a year We always always as friends So, so I knew

Melissa, my my little, as a friend of his mother, so she became the light of my

eyes. When finally accepted to be my love that was never was inevitable.

The love of Melisa for me and the me and the me also for she had

been so much that we had been that we had a marcha atras. Tan solo

a few months we we found a one we together together

near the mar no we could we're we're we're to hear about

we're a good climate when the that I'm that you didn't we're

the window to listen to one no no no no

I'm that was the prima of her ex I

knew I'm that was something he was he

never he was he was her she let me ask her to respond. I'm going to think if I'll do it for her.

If she wants, nothing more. Not for you. No, for your family. And definitively not for him. When he called the telephone me to go to the kitchen and with a mixture of a relief, me said that her ex had been dead. That he was he quit. I don't know how.

I don't know. I think she also, she also didn't know, and it was necessary. When I spoke with Melchisa to say the little bit of his four years, was so inexpressive as her mother at enterarse. The first thing was, No me agar with them.

No, I want to go with my abulita. So, the decision was simple. He envied her pesey and he advised that not they'd presentarion to the belorio, that not was sane for none of the two.

Maybe it could sound like something hard from out of the world, but, Cread me, they had reasons to not to go. Also, the family never was preoccuped for them, for help them,

for resolve that violence that they took to live. And, to the contrary, they were his obligation to support it, that that man, that had a lot of

the right to do what he wanted. After that he was called to say to us, his telephone no, he was no longer to

sonar in all the night. One and other and another and other time. First of the telephone of the ex-sueger, to the pronto blocker, then

of others, of the other families, then of numbers un-knownstin-inclusive, even privates, until that finally it he was called. In-court, he saw,

something else I'll remember. We'll hear some in the techo, like if something had been caught and then had cameinado for

there, downed, and incessant. I went to see to the sky and the door no see nothing rare

nobody in the house to have heard heard have heard not too I'm I'm

I said that all this is but however I think that the one we know that

we're that I was I'm I'm a thing I'm it was when I

was the three we sent him one the same was always was always was

more a certain hours, in certain places. The sensation clear and irrefutable of that we're alone. A few,

when the three were in the cell, being the point Meli turned to be back to the room,

at the front of the passio. We asked if I saw something, if all was good,

but always responded that no are nothing. There were those terrors nocturns,

the a past of a rare a time we we're we're

we're we're to see a lot of his and then so it's

so they're so it so it I'm sure that I was sure that I

wanted to try her to turn to her camera that night

that night something that something he's something first

I'm first to record my dreams for first that

was that Second, the dreams were to show things, details at a point to occurrere. But that no I was just about. I learned to live with it, how had learned to live with many other things. Enferme.

For some reason, I'm infirm. I'm intoxicated that I passed a night in the hospital and that night I had a dream horrible. I'd cost me much if I'd even to share it. I think that I've done it since then. But I'm going to confier in you.

And I'm going to ask you a question after to hear. For favor. So I'm with an auto in yamas. With my auto in yamas.

I tried to but the calor was insupportable. Dentro of it, I didn't see nothing more than the fire that me secaba. I knew. I knew that

they were in they. I could feel it, but for more that I tried, but for more that I'd just be to get to that place, I'd just to know it. My incommodity was so that in some point of the night, a new, a firmer that went to see all of it, if all was all right, if I needed to something.

I suppose that me saw that me injecto to something, and I think it was then that, I could have to die from, or at least, I'd just do not to remember it. I I mean I I tried to the preoccupation that

me gave that Stephanie and Melissa were to go to and they're they're

they're to the Chicago to visit to his abuel he was the only person of the

family that he was and all the years he visited for first

they'd in car or or we would do you that was the plan

that we'd turnar we to manage, but I was so infirm that, even that, even though they're to be able to travel,

we'd beaughal to travel. We'd get them to beaconsor after, that I would have in a vion, and meanwhile, she would be in a delantary and manhanging. A voyage in

carretera for the United, for long that it is a but, it's a good, even for a woman with a

little, I don't want to have to be to go to go to the remedy. What had you had done you said to say that not to realize that voyage that was a planed for time, simply for having had been a bad a dream during an intoxication.

Sounded absurd. It sounded absurd. It sounded as far asparted, so simply I accepted that I would have to let us go, that the only that could be to be able to be with much more careful. That night, before that she was going to be the new

I'm very mal I've had given to start more to have been a repenting

change of a new and more to make to know to change all my plans

and I not was so I felt I felt than the day

earlier and I just I can't put I I'm

I think I think you I'm I'm I'm I'm with

a precession extra is of every movement of that morning, before that they were. I remember every little thing that we did as a little

the cereal she kept at the middle, the mancha of coffee in the mesa, how we had to the little bit assured in her seat of security,

how we came we we're getting to the car to get to the volante, how Stephanie said to do at the middle

to give to kinder, his gaito that seems to get to to despise. Recurred the salute that he did a

back in front, a Susan, that he gave to the good days with the same with the

same enthusiasm of always. Labrace and I said, and I said, I said, to

care, to be a little that I had a little that was a she only

sonrue. Before to get, he went to make to make a question with

eyes very curiousos. Oh, and where is the risk? I said that I didn't know I. Responded for inercy, even I didn't know what he was referring. Continued with a response

that me came to the book without thinking. You'll find out of the way. She only sonnured. Subo to car and rancaron. And I saw the coach to be to be

to getterer to end up to do that much time. I was to dreamer the most time I was to dream. That night, I had that dream. I came to a carterre in the penumbra's, until that a resplandor at the longed to look at the attention.

He made to go to run to him. A few meters around the road, my auto was in jamas. No could hear anything, like the first time, nor even I'd even hear the fire. All right seemed amortigued, like when you're just from the water

what was outside. I tried to my coach to get a my coach involved in yams and I

tried to open the doors. I was I'm I'm felt it's a hearted my

skin I'm and it and the panichas on the doors something

I was made to turn in the obscuridate in the only light of the

light there was a man vestia to black. His ogeras were very

marked as and was an extreme and a little, like if was a woman,

I had a repos but not was a Mexican or not how the

woman me mirabab I I said I said a

I to help to help to help to get to and

not that so not I can't even I could hear I

could hear the simply, no, I just had to be me. I'd start the timbre of the telephone,

that sounded so not so much in my head to me taladraara. I don't recall the

words with that me informed of the accident. I don't I'm to know who

I'm who did the the time or the paperleo or nothing.

My conscience was in a pause to to make to

do a form that I'm I don't I

I suppose that only so I can not I'm a loco or that I want to believe my life commenced two months after my house with the hands inchated with the

muddillo sangraining with gulpes for all the the stage the scenario was spantoso I went to the quarter

of Melisa and between his peluches in the litteras between all the things that my had left

I've had seen-fine of bottles of whiskey of tequila of ron There even Even little

Bottas Tamao that Stefano had had brought to some year to Chalisco

also they were in so that I even a perfume I

I did, I could not support to not not

I was that never would ever would never would to play with

those toys that you would do if would

do in the the way down, tambaliening me I satire at the patio. The light me incandilow, the sun. No, I had the most remote idea of what hour was. Of what day was?

Note that the gato of Stefania, Kinder, me mawrava from the house of the front. Where I was Susan, was somado in the window. At vergence, I'd had been to be able to do

to get to enter there when I did to respond to let me, to to eat it, I senticke it also had been to be never.

I found my telephone below of a pile of a lot of put to carry to put it for the

messages that were the hundreds of them, I did know that all of all

that they had had been had been a badgues, that had been been a

verygues. So, so, through the to record, between nubes. I record

a burracho, aferranding the autos and trying to impede that they're me to be to

the night in our house, now vaca, maldicing to God for what

he had made made to what I had cuted I remember to have

been to the door to the front I remember to

see there a woman of my I had seen the same time in the but now, mirrored out of the

other side of the street, above of the banquetta. I think that surely the dreams and the pesadillas that had been

had been intermesclated with the conscience borrosa for the alcohol. I ran all the basura that I found to

try to try to keep my my house. It was also did it. It was too her case.

No. I had permitted that they were I was like that I was always I was sure the machine to write to

Stephanie's I'm the custom of to write to write as his abel someone

he said that it was a good he was a customary that was a little

did it was not even to see that was a thought

a unclos condo to bag in the limbo for always

I just I did to clean to While I did not just had to record, although not was sure if it was

about the records real, or still fragments of fantasy, intending uny points in my imagination. I remember having heard heard of the voice of Stefaniya in my room in some moment of those days. I remembered, too, to put me to get me to

get to our room and encounter me with something, with the woman of the of my dreams, a costada in our camera, with the hands to

the cost of the only looking to the when I took the telephone only responded to the last I'm

a friend of my job and one of the person in who most confiaba and the

of my her and the two the two call are more important

for this story to what I would say but those

encadena all I'm to see to Raquel, that was very preoccupied for me. He said that my sobriano me that was very

preoccupied for the last time that me saw. I was he, my subrino, and me preoccupied the

the last image that I would be, but over the I said I needed to to go,

where I felt always in company of someone to who could be to be, a who

only could see, when I went to my brother, no, I He said that no, I had been

since my, my family. And all of there's to do you. De-pronto. I'm

recapitular what's the last the last time. I started to ask it was responding to the

questions of my hermanda. So, I'm going to little to detail,

day to day. For suppose, I elude to about the woman of the NECro,

of my Rourososos where I saw in the the street front of my ventana. And so, pass-a-past

I got to, until the day in that Stefani and Melissa partied from the house. Rattumbed

in my case, then, that's that's that's her last that's

that's that's the question, oh yeah, where's the risk? She's I'm

to know, and why you'd have asked that? Any once you had been

you who, for my car could divinate that I no I had I'm in

that I know, it's a not you don't you sound. The Risco is the

town where my mom but never he's a little where you know

where only there are the phantasas if you don't you don't you're

you don't know because Steffy would to be the RISco the NUM

the number started to do the whole While I was with her, just wanted to go back to to come to understand. I did count as if

something had to find out, like if a sonnet in my head for fin to make form. This story as a community, as I said, is in reality the story of a voyage.

It's the history of my visit to this place. But, but I had to explain the moment of my life. When I regressed to her, I came to the

the other than front, the Susan, to ask her to ask her for my gato. I'd understand if no me regressable, but I'd have to be if at least could despid me to him. When I was at

the same, he saw a mark in the loom, like it a commas'd, and it's almost me parted the heart of

the I said, Susan, that not had been my intention to be that's quite to have

him. Susan me responded that me said, I said, and she she saw,

that she even being perished by the alcohol and the pain. He said he he was how a

service of a message and he was I was salis tambalien to receive her. I asked

then because he had had to enter and he said that one night the cat

had had had been that he was justperate until he was that he was

that he was that he had that was that he was that he was to be the door to see to my house, to see if all of my house, to see if all the other

was all the other than I had occurred. To see I had committed a locura, and the gato, of some way, I intend to alert her. No, I mean that they did something, but... I suppose that he took a fear to her family. Me said, I asked, to what familyar is referred to. A, signora, of lute that she was always in her window. me

He said that for so not had been called emergencies to help

because the the people they were not I'm not

someone to a woman a black in the window

I didn't say that I was I said

I was that that she was only I'm only

was in my I didn't I had had had

had out but it the It's only the initial of this

story. I had much to talk to be much after I'm sure after all the whole of the world

entire would have disappeared with me but that last time Rosalini insisted it was the

second call that was the I'm emotional that I've left floating

between the recalls and I'm need you need to come

to be said he's tone firm almost authoritarian of always I don't

I said to I said I I set in audeau with her had been one of the few people

in my life that always even when I didn't want I didn't I was a

person to be in the door I was just over the and me he was no I saw where we

we were to why I was not so I'm just a little we were to the

car and while he said he was to be a someone she was

she she called she was not so I'm not a mother or only a form carinous

to referriss to her but I'm I'm quite

that that her was her disconcerted. No I'd say much, and when it wasia, her voice was charged of a serenity that never before he had seen. It seemed to beurped,

like if the time was to have never. I had a idea of what me was going to, but some eyes said that no I'd question her. When we got into, the air was sent to distant. The other case was around

of the arbores grandes that blockable almost all the and a and an odor as incensed or she was able from the

windows. Mamaluma was a woman black like Rosaline also Aitian

with a look at her from the first moment. I had rugs that

had had had never could imagine and a voice

sonable than more than she was a house

in a part of the city that never had visited

very away of all. No, there was much casas close, and the few that were there were disavitadats. There was something in the air that was strange, dense, like if the same night was he was concentrated around that place.

At the door of incincerce, me gave to immediately, mixed too with something metallic, like a sangre biga. The walls were covered as to the and the tacho so back so that the space was sentier

oppressive. There were figures tallied in madera in every rinkon, some with rosters deforms,

with clavos and alamber oversalient of their heads. Mamaluma appeared of the

penumbra, and at her was a woman, it was a little, but her

presence was in the room, the eyes were too brilliant

for the a boca-lust that there, and her skin, marked with with cicatrices fine,

I'd tell stories that I would have to be to hear of the mows, and counts

of colors that tintinia with every movement, and when he was, her voice

was a profound, as a from some from some place to the world.

And at the same time not there, I think, it's the only

form in that could describe to scribe her. Rosalina interchamboe the words with her in Creole, and Mama Lumea sent her, without mirrored. It was then when me indiccough that sierra.

You are you marked, he said in a Spanish that I could understand. His accent had that every word was more pesada. This is to protect her. But no, I'm not I'm not.

I'll bethaping a little. I was a bitation more little bit of bellas negras that barpadeable violently. In the center there was a circle in the soil

with a polvo black. Talve it's inisa. Dentro of this circle were disposed to be used to

little to be used to be dark one of what a liquid aspezo and a rouged and a machete, appellated

under the walled, with marks of oxy that were been made have been chas

a proposito. If you want to go to crosses the circle. Dio Momam

Lomé with fraldad while he had a bellas. So advertensia

so of the nothing, me left I wanted to what

significable that I'm I'm asking to the but the my head made

call her. She sat down the floor, and he began to can't be a language that he was

a great cutural, and it was like I would be to be like she not only

the I heard it like my body. While I was,

he took one of the recipients and heulco in the center

of the circle a umo much he began to up to get up,

yet to get a room with an oloracre that made toseer. Then he took the machete and it

was over over the humo, moving them to one to the other, as if

were sort of something was a kind of was called a like a

pattern an old she was a person, he knew, he was a

end up and even, and even sound ironic, the the silence that

was sortdeceder D'am your Man Ordened something Nervousa Obedocean

My Perns My Pernus Me took the Muneca with a force Surprendent for someone of his

Timeo and with a little He made a little cut in my palm The

The same began to Brotar and she He gave that Cater in the

Recipient of the Ciro Miscl the Tierra with the Cair using

his the head. While murmurable something that I could understand. The repent,

the vellas propadeable with more force. Sentie that the temperature in the room

was in the room of the vapor. Like if we were in the winter. Something

in the air changed. I don't see if I could say that I'm

we're not we're only we're definitely I'm was able that something.

That's not only for you. He said Mamma Lumme, "'mintras "'mobile' "'meree' "'on't his

"'one'all in my front. "'This is for what "'the comes "'detest you. "'Me kied paralyzed. "'No, "'I didn't think. "'But something

"'It was "'and it was simply "'a ritual of protection. "'It was a "'enfrontamient "'with a little "'to be "'when he came

"'me made "'in' first "'Directly to the "'Ogo. "'You know "'to be able. "'Dus. He said, in a tone that hemoled the

and then, and then, without more explanations, he ordered that out of his house in silence.

No, he said a only word about what he said, and if I was honest, I

didn't I don't ask to ask you, but that night, his call,

he changed all, the the gritty the other side of the telephone was inhuman,

it was a gritty was a terror that I paralyzed Rosaline I could talk and when

he was his voice was just a person or you're not a more to he said

the malddad is with you is too too so Rosaline colo

I I kept with the telephone in the man with the echo

of his words reverberating in my mind what had passed

what had seen, Mamaloum, that had seen Rosalind after that I went from my free of his house, and the more even, that had

done with me during that ritual. Now, how much I was going to know, since that

night, the visions not only were more frequent but more clear, and that presence, the woman

of the NECro, sent that she had no only only me ronded in the dreams, now

was there permanently with me. From that night with Mama Lumet and the call of Rosaline, the things they were real. Or,

maybe it was the reverse. All of it was to feel to belo that was raised, leaving a discusable a world that that before had wanted to be.

The visions were more clear, more vividas, but I could confier in them. I knew if were records enterados,

fragments of or if simply my mind, destorceded by the dolor, stillsuging with me. Every way more cruel, all seemed to be mixed, like if it was trapped in a spiral of records mixed with pesidels that never terminated. Every time that I'd serrava the eyes,

be it images of a place that no knew cases ofoves, desgastas, caches of the earth, puertes inter-abirtas that were sent to invite me to enter but at least one time they'd be it's not

he'd ever and he's ever the final of the whole the sensation of a figure that no was able to

see a not with all clarity a woman of the black no need I need to

know that always I'm waiting I'm I'm trying to try to lead

with all that all trauma the the fault the the fault

of the The pain. But in the fond, I knew that there was a

something that not could explain. Something that was to get to get to call to

call to make you what's to do. To some way to talk to my

one always had been to have been a little a

piece of so the reality. I was I was afraid because I knew that the more things he said, that the more honest was with her, the more even though I was to think that was there. But she no me

just got. Simply he said when I was, I said something that I never, maybe what you need is to be able. Maybe you need to reconnected with something, something that

you've got there in your heart, with our the other side Mexican, with our roots, maybe that that you'll help to find the

response that you're I'm in the we're in contact with our mortals, not,

I don't I didn't I didn't but, no, I had a more to and when he

he said it was like all it would the marcus, the The To come, that name, the risk, volvying one and I another

once to my head. He asked me to help to someone, to get me, I don't have idea of how to get it. And I don't I'd ever be

so much Rosa, he said, You know, your prima? I've been in the US a time,

but it's a years that has gone to Mexico. It I've to find a little little,

it's call divisaders, in Sonora. It's very tranquil, no, even gets to mil habitants. If there's someone that can help you, it's she. It's the family more cercan that we have the risk. He said that she. It was doing. I was advancing in this buskeda and the idea of be it as well, to be an place that's all alone, me

and I was filled of an anxiety that I don't understand all. Part of me I wanted to get her in the same four paredes, with my phantasmas, with my dolor. At least I had to have to be to be. But there was a more more strong that I was to get, to even if it was curiousitled, simply a desire desperated to escape, to

escape of me, myself. I lised all of all right to all to go to do. Before to part, I'd I'd get to my gait,

my gato. Aone was with Susa in my becine, and I didn't know, but to

see it the window me parted the heart you, there was something that me said

to be to see that was just my imagination. Talves was another of the

many things that my mind was all the first hours of

the time were too Even so, even then, something, something was

when I was when I was to come in a dream the road that and it

and it was around around that all had my sensation of the whole

every car, a car, in the middle of the n' the silence,

The silence me pesada. I turned the radio, but every song, every locutour, sona, like if they were too lego to get me, like if they were in another world. Apagged all and I did that the sound of the motor was my only company. Although that only so did my mind

to begin to fill the vacill with the thoughts that I didn't have to. A minute that advanced, the visions began to messlars with the reality. or maybe just was just was just about

the head and I'm never the and I saw the and I'm a dark

a little a window a a door a door

when I opened to be the but the sensation of that something that

I was I'm not I'm not could get to if

someone was on me in the a camionetta. Or, like if something if I'd

continue to me to get to my own, that was only the carisancey, that I was seeing things where I

knew the but I could ignore the sensation of that was being being a not for a car,

not for a person, for something more, something that was, something that was making

me to make to know that was to be when I came a little cell

at the carreter I knew that I needed to detain me. The letterer luminouser lighted overpare as if I was able to apagarse and the place in the same

seemed to be trapped in other time. The reception was dark and porvolienta. The encargated I just me looked when

me gave the the house was a little, with a small a small movement

and a ventana that was a torrento a room I'm I took in the camera

but I couldn't to sleep. Every sound, every crugid, me set to start. Every per raladr

laddran to the way. For moments I was to hear a little but when I was there

nothing. And finally me did for vencid. I was I was I recoged my things

and decided to go to go to I'm there more time. The carreter was deserate

was deserate and illuminated only by the and the pageage in the

around it was to have been to have been to be a

instant in a time in the past while while while

it was to change to not I could explain

but the car the car was a car

every every signal every sombra and they repeated

one and other once I was a trap

in a book my a heart that made to latir more rapid.

I don't know if was to get ridden the cordura or if something was going

that's it. It was when I saw that was a figure a

front of me enwulted in chams and I felt like my back and I'm

around looking a signal that that was a signal that

not there only the odor of the light of a

light a lot a light a It was a propade of the obscurity. In a capilla, consumed by the fire. The carreterer seemed interminable.

A buckle infinites of asphalt illuminated by the faroes of my camionetta. I'd conductically, without thinking, while my mind was in thoughts ofcrues and fragmented. It was like if every kilometer that recorriam me empooker more profoundly

to an abyss to one of which not was sure of to be able to get. The the same repetitive. The same

maturals on the side of the road of the same curves soavs that were

to be to get to get to get to go around that was trapped

in a dream of the that I could get rid of my spartartas

but I was I'm could be to be every time that something, something

that I'd continue ahead. The motor sumbava like a mantra hypnotic, and the

silence of the night was a softor constant in the front of my mind. Then I

was so I was so repentino that I had no time to reactionar. A figure appeared

on the corridor in the walled in the cross-in- front of me so

and bala as it was to be to I was brusquamently. The yantas churbed with the asphalt. My body was launched

to the end up against for the impulse. The air was full of an olor a jant to and I did all that was to look at the point where the figure had disappeared. While I was off the camionetta, my

heart natia with force. The cold was palpable, like if the chams of the figure had been left a rastro in the air. I mirro me I'm around

looking something whatever whatever that was that was that I'm when I

noticed the community a lot of the panumbra there was a light parpadeante

a a light ananajada that crecia and it that illuminated

that was a a capillita a a capilla a a capital

completely involved in yams I was. I was there, unmovil, incapable of process what I was being.

The fire was intense, devorating every rinkon of the structure, but not seemed to consume the whole. It was like if the chamas

were alive, dancing on the walls with a voluntat proper. Then they were they're the other,

figures humanas, entering and going and going to the capilla with a calm, perturbator.

They were women, at least five or six, with robes that were in vows of men, all were

in vultas, but not grittable and they were they were they were in a seriousness inquietant carrying

objects in his hands. Oh, I grite, my voice resonando in the air.

Necessited a little one of the figures was detovo, turning and then the

head to be not the I'm in the face, I think his

mirate fiss fere me my my my my

my my I'm I'm I did go I

advanced I'm that that was to come that was real

to I'm so that I'm I'm I'm I'm the

little the The cold of the fire in my rostro. What are you doing? I asked with my voice trembling. The figure that me mirrored again and continued to the capilla. Other salient of the edificio, carganded something involved in a tela negra.

No could see what it was, but it was a pesado. Like if it was full of something that was movia. The air was full of an oloracre, a mixture of a matter that madeaer and something more. an odor that I'd a olor

a lot of the house of Mama Lume to a a my garganta deserro

my instinct finally took the control I went

and I I went to back to get to the car

I did a jump I I'm I and Iceled

without I'm the hands I'm turned to I'm detoughed. No,

I could deten me. I don't know how I conducted before to see the little little public. Detuve the carmionette

front of a time to open and I started to start by my heart and I was latying with

much force. Sentia that she me was to get to be to be a chaos.

Before to get with the people of the the tent I, I,

I, two soldiers patrui and I crossed to I'm

preoccupied for the loco that could appear. Let's gritty. They're being a capilla in a carreterer. There are people that's

people who were not incredulity but one of them more young seemed to alarmarse where? Where?

He asked with the signo froncised. Some kilometers at last, close of a disbio, they've got to come

with me, I'll do you, but finally accediering I was up his patroia, trying to calm my respiration

while I'd like that regress to the other, but when we did the amazer began to illuminate the sky and the capilla. The capilla yeah not was the only

that was there was a circle of a black cremada, roading a terrain and a little recordable the circle,

recordable to have been to have been no other more nor the fire, and the

figures that I saw in I'm not that one of the soldiers alpheted the air. Burburro

something that I could understand in this moment but that I've come to him,

he's a woman, he said in voice a back. The other he looked

with a expression severe, like if I could be a call you,

I'm a looked a back and sub- the patruia

without a word more while we're We were to look at the CERC, and in the border of my vision,

yet at reojo just where the sombras began to disvencearse I, I saw something, a woman of a negro, observing how

we were we're a place where you get us by accident. While the camionette advanced by the road,

porpoiento, I saw how the passage was more arid more inauspito, until that the first cases

of the people appeared as a collection dispersed of structures to to make a major. The postes of the buss of the loose were and the sun of the midiottie

so that all over a lot of the house of Rosso was like as well as the end pavimentar rodated of a terrain

or seco of a circle of an arm oxidated when I went to the carmone me received

his children two children of a look profound and a silence that was nervous. They observed the circle, like if they were

trying to understand a but they're not a single word. They're very timidous, said,

I'm very grosa, although her voice was more more can't than a

little to to be to be to be the house, the the kids

still looked with the people, and they're like if

were little statues. The place o'lia, a time, humidity, with parrides decorated with photos

of photos of and crucifix and crucifes colgand in every corner. But no I'm

had a tranquillity. There was something in the ambient, like if there was

less air that that I'm doing, I'm trying to talk with Rosa,

but those responses were very short, medited, like if were

more to be more to the necessary. Finally, after a

long, silence. She said what I had been evitando. If this you seem to a little phantom, Prima,

expect to get to get to the risk. I don't know for what you want to go to be not good coming

in that place. His words made that the silence in the men's

were more more than their and they were to come and me looked fichament

like they're just being a one of a response I'm not

I'm not for a Well, well, respond I finally. I'm going because I have to go. Rosa no, no, contested. But me mirro with a mixture of lastime and preoccupation.

That night, when the cancanceo finally me venceded in a old catre that Rosa had prepared for me in one of the habitations. I don't know how much time passed before that I was to get a man

sacudied to my armory. Despireta, said Rosa in voice back. I was in voice back. with the rostro partially

illuminated by the light of the light of the luna that we're

not going to go to go to you know you're a day more you

and then he and so why? Why? I asked but Rosa

no responded only repeated that he said he he

he was to he did he the day the day

the day the last was she only spoke with me, and his

children, even observed me of their reuho, maintain the same distance silenciosa. I tried to go to

come to the people, but every that I had made the door, I'd was at a

excuse, the sun is very very wait a at the arducese. Here

the the people are very braves. When finally came to the night,

Rosa me said that we'd we'd that That madrugada, before that the sun despontara,

he waspirted with a tass of coffee well-carried, and me he said that the friend that was chefariah was out, the cabanet was a biggered, with the paintura by the sun, with the motor grunying every time that he was up on the

other times the road, the man that he was a man major of a roste curtied by the sun, a penas he did he one word, Ross was sent to

the assented in the co-pilot, looking at the front with an expression tensed. The way to the risk was more inauspid than I had been able to imagine. The rocks, the earth sluelt,

made that the camionetta were balancere dangerously, that every time in a time did the impression that that had had yet yet. And the

pageage seemed to be more arid with every kilometer that we'd recorriamos. No, there were signals of life,

nor of animals, nor of people, just a silence that was It was more profound as we advanced. Finally, the conductor was dethrushed on a clear

where the road seemed to disappear for complete. "'After here we got us,' he said, with a tone that no, I'd leave a place

to discussion. "'Oye, but is sure to comeiner from here?' I asked. The man only looked with

a seha like if were a question absurd. Rosa me entree-a-a-a-boxed with water and some of the little bit of the car you're looking. I hope you're going to find you rapidly and you're

regressas. We're going to go to go out of the four. A-per-se-te-you-we're going, okay? Digo, without mirrored me to the eyes. Before I could be able to answer, the man again was oncendent,

and the carmionette commenced to get her, lifting a nubule of a bulb that's dissiped rapidly in the air immobile. I'm here. only, with the sun

coming to up to the horizon the silence was absolute interruped only by the

sound of my pastos over the earth sea while I'm

going to walk to the unknowing the the road disappeared

down as before I'm there no no no

any raster any that the mottorral secos crugian

with every and the wind seemed to not to get to that's the place. It was like

even the air was stanked in a quiet that me in a quiet that I'm

more than the sense of the sensation to see more more than every few steps but I always

me was always I'm with the same dark torsied for the time

with the uncency total of of life Rosa me had made a question

that over retumbed my head and I'm just about the

back and the conductor ranca his caron and she

me had taken and he he said you he

is sure of what you of all all sometimes

the not doesn't see things that not there

not not is here you you are you

have said said I said said to say. If I was even

I was sure of what I had seen, but I could keep me to the head at a

capilla in yams. Those figures envueled in the fire that were so

these, but I were a product of my mind then, why could aller the

humo? Because the cold seemed to be to begars to my skin.

The pageage was a little a lot a disorsion in the

horizon that is difficult to distinguish the difficult to

in the horizon, it was a difficult distinguishing the real of the imagined. The sombers of the arbores arelars and they were

and they were the cold, something in the front of my mind was that not so simple. Caminered a little

one hour, or at least that I felt. The time was flasable like a real leonto

and every path seemed to submerging me more profoundly in a sensation

of an isolation that that's that's that's it. It was when I

saw that it was a little I'm a a small a sombre of the

mottoralles but conform me I got to be a little more

a figure human immobile just in middle of the road oh

hello grite my my voice resonating in the air immobile

no there no there I gave some more With a little Passes more With a

Petsue The figure I'm in the Cuisinclined as a side It was a Cauter, but her postura

It was antinatural Like if not Tupier Pessor Like if Stubier aflottando Evenke I was to Tocando the

When I stood a few meters I detuven Seco Who were that was that Was it was covered with

a manto Ascuro that It seemed to absorb her the light of the sun. His rostrored was occult, but me be it. Who are you? Pregonted.

The silence was so profound that I could to hear my own respiration, rapid and without compas. I quiss retroceder, but my pierras

not responded. The figure a hand to a man, a movement and deliberate, signaled, and said,

and it was a little bit Pidyingnome that no me detubier. His head seemed to styrarse more than what normal, like if not had limits. Sentientia no scalofrio to recorrent. Yeah no wanted to

but something in me I knew an option. Compaseless I passed on the figure, trying to not mirroar her directly. When I left after, the area

was more scarce. Every path me costed more of a effort, like if something invisible, intent to detenerm, like if I'm cavarer the forces. Finally,

I'll cance the cima and me detain and me detain to me to recover the alient, to, and I'd be able to me, the risk. The people seemed to surge from the earth the same, like if

ever had been there been there, waiting, was arounded of tombas, or at least of cruces of the madera.

The houses of adobe were dismorenated, cubirtas were just visible between the polvo and the scombros.

No, there were signals of the place not was a very. There was

a little there was a presence that was to be in every door, in every

rinkon. A sony was a little to my ears, a penas audible

under the silence. It was a sound, a voice

a one was a one that I came from

the houses abandoned. It was a little a little. I would have heard that she was a little

my little the light of my eyes. But no could get in that. No could I

could let me to be the record, in my Cerebrough that even not

had to I was still still seemed to be to quickly

I didn't the night in the town but I had

back back With the Corrosse, Natient with with force I'm to descender

to the risk I'm feeling that every that I'm that I've had been been for me

who know since the air in the risk was different pesable but

quiet as the time was had had been in that

had been I never the little a a world. A sensation extrana me

invadio. Mied, but also something more more profound. Something that rosable a yearnance.

It was a sentiment contradictory that me cost to understand. Maybe the last that I

felt something was when I still had a Melisa, Stefania with me. No

could I could be to ask me what I was looking really

that was I had a my head while my feet advanced

and my feet and the streets are a revolting of polvo and and the bicycles abandoned, like if they had been decided to prism. No, there were signals of the video,

of the other, no, no, even the subbed of an insect. It was a silence complete, incomodod, like if even the natural

had abandoned that place. Then there were a few meters adelante, a little house at the house at the

house of the table of the a matter of a little. It was abandoned since a decade, but a light ten and was infiltrava in the way in the window. I was with cautella and toke in the window. Hello?

I heard my voice resonating in the air mobile. Mewarto. For a moment, no, there was a response, only the echo of my own roboting in the paredes vacillace the risco.

But then, from the interior, I heard, I heard a voice soft and can't a penise a little a

a who's who's it? Who was a woman woman

I'm she I'm not the person that the white

the only never and a tenue light and

a light a light a hello I said

trying to sound calm so that that the person not was

a menaceated for me. Still even people in the people? I'm

looking if there's someone of my family. My mom was to be

a voice was a moment like as it was considering he said,

we're we're we're those that we're not even we're not that

can't go to go to the In the church, there in front of it, you'll find you'll find out of her, you're going to. Alco. Repetit, confunded. A hotel, or what

that's the one. Explico the voice. They've been to have a room for you. Not to be comfortable, but it's a place where to survive the night. Only assure you to

get to the sun. It's important that not you're out of when it's not to the window. The ventana is It was just a roll-de-golder, as well-downed the conversation, and the silence volvelled me.

For more that I insisted, yamand, the voice now no volvio to respond. The light in-dentro was as fume, as if had been apagued the veil or, like if had been had been more to get into. A scalo-frillow-mere all, while me turned to the center of the people. The Iglesia was to see, to be, at the distance, as a little, as a silhouette in the horizon. The the street that had to

her head was a rid abiered in the soil, a rachada that parted the risk in two.

As came a lot of strange that was the place. The houses were to

rumbers over the same but but they were there were voices.

Susurros that never never were never to be the

most inquisent was the actual of animal no a

perro or a cat or a a pager, the chirridden of a grillo rompied the

silence. The somras of the buildings were to move with the wind, although the

air was inmobile. Detrace of me I thought to hear passos. At the

first I thought that was my imagination, but when me took it, the

the passes also the did you I've bruscament but no there was nobody.

With the cross with the course I'm coming and the passers, this time more

closer, like if someone was behind me. I'd goirred me, and other time the way was a vacill, at least close to me, because then

I was the front of the street, to one of those quadras, where the somras were to start to reunice, a figure

solitary, was a staccou. It was a woman vestida of a negro, her silhouette me appeared vaguely familiar.

No could distinguish his rostro, but something was aterradoramly known. Who? I quise to ask.

But the words were in my carganta, and it was too far to hear from to hear the

woman began to move and a lot, but secure, acercating to me in my

direction. His passes were strange as, as if not to talk really the soil and a sombre

more obscure appeared to to restarse after she like devorand the light that was like he

was coming coming the night, as if she was she had to the rectored the

dreams the the the and the she was the

she was the woman that had seen in my life she

that I was that the other other other

important it really Nothing good could be so. Nothing good could get to get on the night. Without thinking, I hurried over my talons.

I presured the path to the church. I knew that not could getten me, that no could look at that. While I, the echo of the

past of me was more more close. The church was completely vacuous. From there only saw an

olor to society. Abandoned. But, but some pastos more ahead, I could see a little

light, out of a ventana. It was light of a little letter of the matter,

that said, Hotel. Entre deprisa. I'm I'm, I'm a motion to a new,

another, and other and other time. No, I'd to turn to the door,

and was trying to me see it, appear for her in any moment, but

nobody responded, I'd I'd the impression that was completely

solo. Decid to to zoom to the street, to come to the door. If someone

came to me, what could do you, expect there, or be in or be in going to

get to another place, where I'm to be a place, I could be

a figure that was to be a other side, from the

place, and the moving, but I'm trying, but intentating to go to definitively

he was going to me. Saludal to a little way to my man, it was a

woman with a oldlescent but at the same time with arugas I think

literally was one of those people that you can have been between three and

60 years a little of rugs good goodas goodas good

well I'm don't I've had much I'm still waiting? No, no, no becaped. He contested.

I've got to get someone here. The truth is that I'm going to find out of nobody. I don't know what I saw, but me advised my moma that had arrived. The woman,

and signallowing to the plaza vacill, no I didn't know if her mom was there. No, there nobody. This hotel is the only that is the only that I don't want to find nothing here,

and less these hours. He said, and if no, nobody, how does it do you know,

I'm genuinely confused. Here always is getting to someone who's

people, but you know there. The majority of those who are not even they didn't

know the risk. I could avoid not to some, I'm he's

a tone, and if it was was being was also

of me. Me cobrough a few years in effective. Then it was going to be going to be not there was there in reception

but more later, it was to be the street. It was a a door of a piece of a door of rejas

of aero that gave a passio of a pair of meters that were in some the escalers

of madera that were that were to be to see to a candor

and the key and it he said that before to to darker, she would put in the

door of the door of the street. The woman said that not me

would be to start for no reason that to my room, to

get to my little and that I said, I said, that I had been

to do that again, that again, it was a that

burla, me, he said that no there was there was to be

to the office and it went to a box of the and one of the gullets,

the two caducas, had more than a year. Me said that no me going to doan to do that, that I had time eating if it was well.

That's all, and a jarra of water was the only that would have to pass the night. And, to go and

to record me that put it the canded, me said something that me left thinking, that nothing

that was a good idea. No, he abra to come to night, to nobody, nor even to me. The advertency of the

woman in the hotel ronded my head, while I pavit and me would be able to bela and me accosted in the

camadura that crugia under my I said me myself that was different, that could be able to

find a but I knew that was a not I'm I didn't idea of what I was

trying, maybe even was it was more easy to repeat me the

pretexto that was family, although it so to fill the vacill the vacill the sense.

Cere the eyes for a moment, but the sensation oppressive of the risk, no me was to

get to get to the body. Like if the air even was to never to move,

as if me involved in an oppression that was a physical, I

went and I'm I'm a backer the through a reddy in the

madera I could be the street the people. From that

that second-pice, the vista abacabarkable more than what I've imagined. The risk

was more more than what was the not only a pusses dispersed. It was

a town entire, extended in the horizon like a sombre immobile.

Conted the the lights light light, and seven in

total. Dispersas as as stras moreibundas in a

sky of the world and there had there or at least that

I wanted to but in the silence of the night those lights were like as much as they were

been waiting and the sound that I've been heard that that I got back that

that risa inconfundible the the risa of a little but full of echoes

like to get to a tunnel eternal before to get to

me it he made a a beech. No, could be her risa. No, could be the risa of Melisa. But the semiancy was so atterrador that my piernas turned again. The risa was vaniceo. It was the yankerrador and profound, as if something was there were wrangling the soul. And

it was to beckonkhaned, and the loaves at the long began to pageras. One after other, until that only it was the penumbra. Me appresoried I also to apack my bell recording the mother of the hotel.

Without electricity the bell was my only source of the light, but now the obscurity

was a only protection. I was the window and mirro to look out of that notisable

by the blackura never had never had felt something that was like

if the world had decided of exist. Like if if it was floating in a vacill

without time or a minute. For a moment I thought, this is the

murder. So, so you see the the murder. No, there's

a quiet, and I was a quieted was a sound rhythmical

like if someone was suddenly the door of the door

and the car that was audible, but that I had traversed the murals of the hotel like a Cuchillo in my pecho. I waserked at the other

little ventana that was to the church. It was very sucia, very opaca, but from there could be the letterer of the hotel, illuminated tenuement by a light

parpadiante. The street was made a scenario, illuminated just the sufficient to show to show a little quadrido of reality

in the middle of the nada. Thence it was there out of there. Something was to move the board

of the rastranes and thence the soil. At the first I thought that

was a animal but the form was too great, demasial retorsida

his his body was long and delgated with cods that over were

on angles and up upuntances up up up

but not could and then only so it was just

being covered of the to distinguish if that was a man or a woman, or if it was human. His body seemed to funder with the soil, arastrances as if the gravity would be plasters against the earth. Then, it was the odor.

That odor inconfundible, has quamado. Like if something or someone, would be consumed from that inside. I met him under the covichas, trying to blocker all. The odor, the sonnidos, the fear that now me invadia. but no

I'd I'd know how to it I'm going to the air first

or lehannas like a a bit of a bit of a clear, then more clear,

he continued other voice more more more infantil was the

the risa of the little but now transformed in words that

I can't understand come with us others. Ben with us other.

I tapped the ears with the hands and I'm making the buses were in a carofonia

that was a carofonia that was they were out of the I'm really that they were my imagination

but then I heard something something that me lulled the blood, the

voices not only just were they were they were they were they were the

door No, I gritted, although my voice Apeness was a susurro in that silence abrumator, but the voices no set upvian. They were more fervent, until that it was like the paredes themselves vibravan with his echo.

I knew that not could be able, that not devied, but then, one idea setlised my mind, one that I could ignore. and if is she is Melissa,

piding that's my man so moved to the candor while the

voices continued being from the other other I opened

the nobody that the that's that it was a

a sound that was a that all that I'm

that I thought I because I felt that

they were that because I felt that they were there. Someone took on the door, in the street, very strong, like with an ojo. And my only reaction was to give a few of the candor.

Good night's. I heard that said the voice to the woman of the hotel on the other side of the door. All right? Responded. Then there was a long silence,

too long. Abra the door, for I need to say to I need to say to I'm said the voice me said

you know he's not nobody to make what you need for the morning respond I

and I heard of the voice behind the door murmurable an

no your pendejo the voice behind the the door not

exactly the exactly the of the I've changed so

about about about because when when he said, "'Nino, "'wondon,

"'molest, "'a voice ronka "'des the garganta "'that me "'that me "'acic was "'to be the "'of my papa.

"'Inter the "'Poces "'that he had "'aubbed "'a phrase that "'molest about, "'that he "'he was

"'Con't, "'Observe, "'an, "'a little "'Aulah "'o' "'Colabbaugh of the "'their "'their "'he'd

"'aughtsoh "'their "'their "'the of who was the other side. Me gave her clearly how she was away from the door, but not it was to come in the sombra,

at least what I could see where in the sombra it made that was that was away floating. It's a

a swan, it's a way, it's a other way, I'm refuted one and other other

once. I'm not I've recovered, it's the life, it's the I'm too much that I'm too

my Cerebrough that no me I'm in peace. It's the Culp that I feel. Couped to the second Piso, to my

invitation. The curtain was open at par in par, and I could see something in the techo to

front. First, I was very burroso, between my light and the black and the

black more clearly. Then I could identify the two points of a black brilliant that they were

taking form, two eyes very abirted, disorbitated. Frented to me, in that tachio,

a somabre a head, a little calcined, without pardos that occulted in their intensity of his mirab,

saccating a long of his boca, grotesquamente long, like the of a silence,

the absence total of any stimul, was just to give me a brom of a cabra. Recurred

something that had I had read it again about the experiments in cameras of privation sensorial, how an isolation total could induce hallucinations. It was that. It had to be that.

No, there was another explanation. Verdad? Verde? I parted from the ventana with the body trembling, and I waske something, whatever thing that would help me help to measure the time. But no had a relog.

No, there was electricity. and my telephone was dead before I got to get to give to get to

I'm not you know I'm not you just I'm that the time that was

never to turn to not to be to not that I know

that the fear had taken possession of my

body of every every think that I'm the

thing was I could be sitar me in the silence and and

out, detract of that cortina. It was something, something that not wanted

that I was going to be in the four pardes with the night was in the

night, it was not to do you, the risk, the risk, the risk, I was trapped

there, for the ever, the risk, the risk, the risk, the risk, the risk,

the risk, the risk, the risk, the risk, I was in my camera. Desperte

for the sound of the Risa of Melissa in the cell the

light of my life my my my my I

see and I could see the I saw I

I remember I got I I got in the

hotel I I heard that more more things

that other and they The Pront I sent to I'm

a I'm a I'm a woman of the room I'm seeing

the door without without the eyes I'm that I put

to be the way I came I'm I'm the

sun was timidamely for the persianas and everything

that I'm I thought that I thought it was the fact, but the echo of the risk I still resonating in my mind,

like a zumbido constant that I could ignore. I heard the risa of Melissa in the cell, the light of my life, my little, me, I left, tambaliening and when I was to get to the door, and I saw,

even I could have the rostro. What is that that you repeat and repites? I asked a voice to my back, The voice of Stephanie Voltey

I'm She's down She's D'Eighted She's down As far as She'd She'd

She'd She'd She'd She'd My voice Aemmourmuch That's That's

That's The Risco Risco It's dormido He'll He'd He'd He'd

He'd He'd Even Even even mirroar me, even to have her rostro. The heart

my lattee with force. A fear unexplicable and it began to invade me. Sentie

like a piece that had been all this time, encah to be in my

memory. I intented to I'm to get to her, but my body was

to move with difficulty like in a a new in a in a soo,

so all all that's to it to her, but, before that could have to talk her, the reality is rompio. The cold, the fire of the pronto, the

odor has comeed. All right. All right. I always had the risk. Then I saw all in a parpadeo. In a second, experimented the dolor. In a second, I was in a second, I was in a car in the

Just the time. To do it was light. My spardos had been quamado. All right. Calor insupportable.

Fuego. My man or artia me, me tumbled. I put it front to me. I could

see a through my skin to get to when I felt like that I knew that

was I'm soqueable peludo something that's retorce to

let's a shiidid a man a mandejo, I'm

again. I was in yams. I was in yams. I was quamando me. I thought

that someone had been that's a hotel with me to get him was getting in the risco.

Oh, yeah, I had been a whole of the obscurity had been a dream.

All the obscurity of that had been the murder. I'm Mabel Burelando's

to me in his a black, a little, with my papa, a

side. I remember that I balanced to her, that I took it with my hands in

yams, I heard of let's getors to be a daughter, so I know I

was all for burlars to me, for having me abandoned much a lot, someone

me had in the call in the call in the man, sir, it's

all, the voice of the the hotel, me grittable from the door of the street. It was in night.

I was I opened and opened and I opened and I did the risk of there was out of the

a little more than a year. I was to open to the woman. His car was

to see when me saw, he said that me was terrible. The sun me lastimable. Sentia my

my body to be to be to be aftir like I said that I'd I'd have the room

I asked me to ask to my family and he said that I'm never to nobody there that I'm

that I'm seeing what I'm looking to but that I didn't want to not a single moment

more in that I recoged my things I came a pair of pastos in the

sun to get to the reception and me came to form terrible the

woman she quit a species of the repos to his his back and he said that me covered with him.

That was of his mother, but that me it was that he was going to need to be in the way. I asked for the people.

He said that there were some lights on the night. Almost all the people that is people like

you, that came looking to a little a person, but this was too so mortals,

and the people are too so much, you know don't you see, There are people that here

can find out of that's in in any other place, the opportunity to somartee a little to the other

side. He said, I'm back to see back to that way that parted the risk

in two. I found the first house of the public, that's in where

I've had done inform this hotel, but no there was a signal of

nobody. Tampo I'm up to give you to go back to

go over completely with the black, protect me circle of tombas. No-se-commoned for the

way the way correct. If I was covered for complete with the tela-negras that me protected then I heard a coach to get to

a motor. It was a carmionetta new, with placas of Arizona. I intended to discover my

rostro a little, thinking that could be a lot of thinking that had been been to be

a spectro. The can't the carmionetta was to the side. O'y

Compa, you know where's the risk? Me asked, I know in that

direction to my back to try and I'm trying to know there's there,

but I could let's let's not a one one the

caroneta still I, I'm I'm a vision that, the carionette

that's the same to I recall is to start to new in divisaders without how time had passed

with those little people sitting at me, curiousos. The skin me had died even

like if were being being I'm like that I'm put to you're

when my friend me said that that would that's that's

that's that was in the that was I'm I'm I'm I'm much

again like a A little, like a little that only I wanted to come a child, Epilogue.

A sometimes, of some I'm in my dreams. I'm in that you

see in the hotel other other time. A sometimes in the

dream, I'm I'm I'm in house, with Stefania,

with my my little. A a time, I'm I'm

I'm I'm I'm keeping all of all, and I'm I'm still that I'm Sheen't that she's The woman of the Necro Thank you, I've been superanded all

And my psychologist And my psychiatrist All of his With his thoughts, with his pensions, what I've lived At least they're trying I'm trying

I'm all to I'm all of good Manera But conscientie that nobody view what I did of that nobody who

didn't know. The most difficult, what I try to my psychiatrist more a menud is

a desire that a time irrefrenable, the desire to be to go back another

night in the people. I don't see my psychiatrist has convinced

that the risk exists. I'm I'm community at my

relato that this is the story of a the story of a the

the It is. It's the history of a that I think I just am I. Any person that has had a person who has a person who has, a piece of his life, know what I refer to. Some day,

we'll ever get to find.