Relatos de la Noche - El Pueblo a donde no entra Dios (parte 2)

Episode Date: January 21, 2025

Hoy nos adentramos en el segundo capítulo de un relato que, si se han enfrentado al duelo y al dolor, no les dejará indiferentes. Que se quedará con ustedes por mucho tiempo y que espero… podamos tomar con mucha madurez. Con mucha prudencia. Con mucha tranquilidad y sin sugestionarnos. Pero es momento de adentrarnos a ella y agradecer a quien ha tenido la confianza y el valor de compartirla. Quizás, una de las historias más difíciles de narrar en la historia de este proyecto, de Relatos de la Noche.¿Te atreves a escuchar? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoicesSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

What would you do a moment to another? It's all. All of that for what it was worth to live, suffering. What happens when you know

there's nothing and it's integrated to your new element? The other natural. A parision. A phantasm

of someone to who never has seen. Of someone that for a reason you can't be culpable

of your peridida. You invite to hear the story of someone that after after a family

and then after a commemotional of a conscience and has to initiate a buskid this is the

second episode of the people to where no enter to anyone

to be much to say I'm saying I'm just like the world entire had been

but that last time Rosalini insisted it was the second the call

that responded since I had I'm that's that I

have made that I'm that I'm I'm need to come to see you

said he's kind of kind of sort of very I'm not

so I accedy I I sentia in debt with her had been

one of the one of the few people in my life that

I even even I didn't want I didn't

to when When I came to her house, Rosaline, no I left much time to think. I received on the

door with a expression that not superiors that I'm something. Something between a

urgency. We're going, he was, and he left more explanations. I didn't

where we went to because it was so that I should be there there.

Simply simply we were to the car and while he was

we'd to be to be a someone. Mamalum she, the

She was called. No I knew if it was really her mother or only a form carinoous to refer to

her. But I did know that that she was a other her own.

Her attitude me disconcerted. No talked about much, and when it was

was a good that she never had ever he had ever. It

seemed to be a time, like if the time was not over. I don't

I'm I'm was I'm was going to be able to question her. Something in his eyes, me said that not question her. When we got into,

that was around with the arboles great, that blockable almost all the light, and an odor like incinso or so it wascapable from the windows. Mamaluma was a woman black like Rosaline, also Aitiana,

with a mirada that me traversed from the first moment. I had rugs that had seemed to tell stories that nobody could ever could imagine and a

voice that was that was the same to the time the house of a man lumet

was in a part of the city that never had visited, very

very much there was there had many many and the few that

were there were there were there there was something

that's strange dense as the same night was

concentrated around that the other at the At enter, the olor incienzo

me got to immediately, mixed too with a metalical, like the same thing

and the walls were covered as the stairs and the techo so back so that

the space was that the space in madera in every ringcon some

with rosters deformes with clavos and alambes overshading of the cabes mamaluma

appeared of the penumbra and and when she was she was a woman was a

little bit of her presence was in a little his eyes were much brights for the

little light and the and her skin with cicatrice and it

seemed to tell stories that I would I'd think

collarers and and the colors that tintin they

were with all they and when he was

a sound her profound, like if resonar as some somewhere

more than from the world. I'm, and at the same time, not even time,

I think it's the only form in that could describe it. Rosalina intercham

the words with her in Creoyo and Mom Lumia sentio without

me, was then when me indicated that the sierra you

you are marked said, he was in a Spanish that

can understand his accent, it made that every

power were more pesed this is to protect but I

know I'm not I'm a bit of a bit of little a penis light

and that perpade violently violently. In the center there was a circle

in the soil with a polvo black that maybe senisa

and in this circle they were dispu these little one

of what was to be a a dark dark, another with a liquid, aspezo and rogo, and a third that contained something that I could identify.

There was a machete pothed upon the walled, with marks of oxyto that had been chas a proposite. If you want to get you live,

no, cruces the circle. D'amomé with frowne, while he'd more vellas. So, advertency,

so, of the nada, me de'all side. I'd want to ask her what signif it was that I'm going to

ask you but her mind he was making it he said on the floor front of circu-and-a-

and he began to can't be a new a new a word and gutural and it

seemed to vibran in my be sure like if not only it just he heard

like like it like it like she I'm I'm

I'm took one of the recipients and bulked its content in the center of the circle. An humo very

spes-combeau began to get to be done. The room with an olor-acre that made toce. Then, he took the machete and it was over over the

hume, moving to one side to another as if were cuting something invisible. Every movement was called

a calculated, like if was a patron an old that only she knew she knew. Of a

A. A sudden, his Canto was detuvo, and although it was an ironic, the silence that

shegio was insurtecestor. Dame your hand, ordered him something nervous. Obedecis

that my feet of my stella, me took the munique with a person for someone

of a time and with a little that not had seen before he had a little

cut in my palm the the blooded and and she did she

gave her in the recipient of the dark of the dark with the

blood using his head while murmurable something that not

could understand and the a repubated with more

force I felt that the temperature in the

room back down and I feel in little

vap as we just we just we're in

the air came I don't see if I could say that I felt that we're not we're only but definitively that something

was just observing. This not only for you, said Mamaluma while you while you put up your

hands over my front. This is for what comes to you. I'm I'm paralyzed

I'm notentied what I said but something me made that this not just a

simply a ritual of protection. It was an Enfrontation with something that I

could have When he He wrote for first first time directly to the eyes He's not

he's all He said in a tone that melo the and then more explanations

me ordone that Salier Rosaline me he was to back

to the house in silence no he said no he said a

about what he said he said I did I don't I don't

I didn't ask to more late. His call was changed all. The gritty was the other side of the telephone was inhuman. It was a gritty full of a terror that paralyzed.

Rosaline, just could be able to be able to be a a sudden toyser. Don't you ask you more to me. He said, The malddad is with you. It's too close. I'm sorry. Rosaline called.

I was I kept with the telephone in the man with the echo of his words reverberating in my mind

what had happened what had seen that had seen Rosaline after that I went

to go and the and worse even that they had been done

that you have been to know to know to be that night the visions

not just were more more more more clear and that

presence, the woman of Negro. Sentie that not only I'm in dreams. Now

I'm permanently with me. From me. From me with Mama Lume and the call of

Rosaline, the things they were reales. Or maybe it was the

reverse. All started to feel to be a very real, like

if there a veil that had rasgado and the discovered

a world that that had never had have been

I had been The visions get more more vivid, but I could confiared in

them I didn't know if were those fragments of dreams, or if

simply my mind distorsated for the dolor I was playing

with more cruel all all everything all was

like it was being put a memories mixed with with the other times

that never never had the images of a place of a dognes, desgas, desgastated, caches of

the earth, ports entre-abirtas that were to invite me to enter, but at a time they'd

not do it and they were, and always at the fond of all, the sensation of

a figure that not never never not with a not with a woman of

a man of a woman of I needed to see her to know that always was there, I'm waiting. Intented convince me to be my mind, trying to lead with all, that was the trauma,

the culpe, the fault of the pain, the pain, but in the front I knew that there was something that I could explain, something that was

that was going to be to be to be I'm akeel, no said what more to do, to some way to talk

to my mother always had been to be a ferrar me a piece

of a little so I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm

I'm I'm feel more more more disconnected of the reality

I was I'm I'm that the more more honest

was that was more I'm better I'm better

I'm I'm But she no I just go. Simply I heard and when I said

me said I said a I'm not never what you need is to see what you need

to connect with something something that you that's there in your heart with our

life with our roots with our reasons that you do you do you

to find to find to find Count, we're in contact with our mortals, no? Culturally, at least. I don't know if he had a reason, but no had nothing more to what to have farrar me. And when he said, it was like if all had

felt the dreams, the marks, the volver, that name, the risk, and I again again to my head. He said that me to help to find someone, someone who could beaer I don't have idea of how to get and I don't even

I'd ever that I'm just Rosa he said You know, your prima I've been in the States

a time but for years that has been to go to find I've in a little

a little a village It's called Divisaders in Sonora It's very very very even even

even gets even If there can't can't help you is she is she

is the family more so much the risk. I said that I was doing. I was advancing in this buskedom and the idea of

to be it as well real, to go to a place that was full of an anxiety that I didn't get to all.

Part of me I wanted to get to get to the same four paredes with my

phantasmas with my pain. I'm not there I had to have to I was

to be a to go, to go. Although not I knew if it was a curiosity, simply a

desire of desperated to escape, to escape of me myself. I lised all right.

Before to start, I was to partier, my Ginder, my Gatto, I was

still, I was sure to be able, but to be the window to make the a little,

there was a look at some way to see a to be to be to see it. Maybe it was just my imagination. Maybe it was another of the things that my mind was distortioning.

The first hours of the voyage were tranquilas. But even then, something, when I was just a when I was going to a dream. The carreterra was an interminable

and the gris that seemed to not get to any part, and, surrounded by the pizages arididid that only accented my sensation of All of the

world Every curva Every signal Every case in Midas of the Nada Every single The SOMbra

that was The silence me pesable I sent the radio But every Caird Cone Coneva

Like if they were too Leagues to get us to get us Like if they were

in other world I Apaged all I'm company, although that so did my mind

to start to fill the vacill with the same that I'd have a minute that advanced,

the visions began to makelars with the reality, or maybe only was just was

just was just being the head the the eyes, and I

had a stelious the risco, a a a hall a

a window a a door a open a

little when I to be the carreterer, still there, even desolated, but the sensation that something that I was not,

I could like if someone was there, in the carmionette, or as if something

that was at the same velocity that I I, I tried to that was being to seeing things where

not was but I was ignored the sensation that that was being so a single, not for

an auto, or not by a person, for something more, something that no necessitated there to make me know that was with me. When I got a little tela on the carreterra, I knew that needed to deten me. The letterer luminouso parpadea as if it was just being a point to apagarse, and the other time,

the reception was also-uporied and perforient. The encargued at least me mirro when me gave the key. The room was a little. with a camera that crugia the most minimum

movement and a window and a window that was a trance I'm

in the camera but I couldn't do every sound every

crugied me set to start every per ladrando to

long for moments I could I'm there but when I'm not

there was I'm done I'm got to to sleep. I wastie, recoged my

things and decided to go to keep to there more time. The carreterer

was deserate illuminated only by the far as my carmionette and the place

my around and it has had been been got in

a instant in a time in the past while while

I went to and not I could explain

I felt a…fija. Every curve, every signal, every sombra, they repeated one and other once, like if I was trapped in a buckle. My heart came to the tirma more rapid. I don't know if it was just about the corduera, or if something really was happening. It was when I was.

A figure cruised up front of me, enwilted in the chamas. Frened, de-golpe, I felt like my peaches to compressingia. I looked at my around, buskand looking some

that not was a lot of a odor that had a matter and a

loo' a lus an aranjada that was a dark was a cupola

consumed by the fireter was interminable a a boule infinite

of asphalt illuminated illuminated by the faros in my camionetta I

I conduit mechanically without Without thinking, while my mind was in thoughts dark in

thoughts, it was like every kilometer that recorri-me impugated more profoundly to a

abism, a one of that was sure of able to get to see, the

the passage was the same repetitive, the the same maturals

on the side of the road, the the same curbs softs

that were to be not to get that the world

was congelated me around, that was trapped in a dream of the that I could have a lot of

my and the canceal passable my spartis but I could be to be able to

every time, every I was to say that I'd say that I'd be a little

the motor zumbaba like a mantra hypnotic and the silence

of the night it was in a susurro constant in the front

of my mind then then I was so repentine, that no time to reactionar.

A figure appeared on the border of the carreterra, invuled in yambs, cruised to me, as malleating as if was justpunned to flurne bruskament. The yantas churped on the asphalt.

My body was launched to the front of the impulse. The air was full of an olor a janta kemada, and I all what could do was to look

to look at the point where the figure had disappeared. while I was the carmionetta my

carol natia with the cold was a palpable like

if the chams of the figure had had a raastro

in the air I'm around looking something whatever whatever

whatever that was that was that I know

that I'm not I'm not a long in the

penum there a light a light an anananan

that grew and it extendia, that illuminated the horizon. It was a capillita, a capilla, a little and old, completely

involved in yamas. I was there, unmovil, incapable of process what was being. The fire was intense, devorating every rinkon of the structure,

but not it was to consume it all. It was like if the chams were alive, dancing on the the walled

with a a then they the other figures human and then entering and

coming and coming to the capilla with a calm or six with

robes with robes that were in vows in vows but not grittable

and they were they were with a serieted incietante cargando

objects in those hands. O'y- I grite, my voice resonating

in the air. Necessita One of the figures was detourable, gyrating the

head to me. No could see his face between the yams,

but I saw the look, feta, perforand me. My skin

seris-o and for a moment I couldn't move me. I know

what he made to advance, "'Talves was the necessity "'that all of this was real "'to understand what I was going. "'So I did some

"'asas off the capilla, "'sintying the cold "'of my rostro. "'What are you doing? "'Pregonted with my voice, "'temblando. "'The figure that "'I rode to new

"'and continued to the capilla. "'Ootras out of the "'Illia, "'cargand a little "'in' a little bit "'in'n't "'Depiece a little bit "'that it was a pesable.

"'I was a peser. Like if it was full of something that was moved. The air was full of an oloracre, a mixture of a matter that's made, and something more, I'd recognize. An olor metallic like the house of Mama Lume.

A-sangre via. My gargantas deserro. My instinct finally took the control. Retroceded, tropeas and my own feet and I ran to the carmionetta.

Subbid a salt. I incended the motor and aceler it, without looking at last. The hands me trembled that just could maintain the ballante

under control, but no me detue. No, I could gettened. I don't know how much I conducted

before the lights and a little little. Detuve the caronnet at a time that

a time that time and I was that time and I'm laughing with much force,

sentia that me to me to get to be to be a mess. Before

to get to get to the agent of the tient, I'd had two soldiers

patrui and I was walking and I was I was going to look that could appear, I was gritted, they're getting there's a campilla in a carreterer,

there's people who are with incredulity but one of them more young seemed alarmerse where? Where?

He asked with the signo froncised. Some kilometers atras, not more, and a disbio, they've got to

come with me, I'll get to but finally acceded. Subed to his patroia, trying to calm my respiration while I washiabah

to goreau to the other. But when we did 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 houseio. Recordable the circle,

recordable to have been to happen, but no There was signals of nothing more, nor of the fire, nor of the figures that I saw in him.

Noted that one of the soldiers alphatoed the air. Burburu something that I could understand in that moment, but that I was that

he's a chemo, he said, in voice a voice back. The other he looked with an expression severed,

like if if I'd want to be that he gave a misconfired and subdued to the

patrol, without a word more While we We looked For the last time And in the

Bored of my vision Yeah, of reoho just where the somras began to disvancercerse

I saw a I was a black observing how we We're We're

not a place You're a place When you're While the Caminette I was

The same Asipip until the first the first houses of the people appeared as a collection dispersed of structures to

make to make. The postes of the loose were scarce, and the sun of the day made that all the

house of Rosso was like as well had described, at the final of a

street without a roaded of a land seco, and a circle of aambre

oxidated. When I went to the camoena me received their children,

Two children of a deep and a silence that was nervous me observed

they're like they're like they're they're not they're not one one one

one they're so they're very timidus Degor although her voice was more

more can't she I'm to enter to to get to to

and I'm I'm most I'm the people still

were like if were in the little statues. The other olia, a tear, a humidity,

with the walls with photos and crucifes and crucifes and they're in every little bit a tranquillity.

There was something was a little air there that out of the time. I attempted

to talk conversation with Rosa but their responses were very short,

Medidated as if I'd avoid more of the necessary. Finally, after a long silence,

she said what had been evitating. If this is to a person, Prima, Prima, wait a little bit more. I don't know for what you want to hear there. Yeah no-it-nothing coming in that place.

His words did that the silence in the menza were more denser. His children were to eat from and me looked fichement

like if were still like they were waiting something of me. A response. No, I'm a tourist. No, I go for something good.

Responding finally. I'm going, because I have to go. Rosa no, contested. But me mirro with a mixture of a lastime and preoccupation. That night, when the cancansion 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 sentia a man

sacudiation my armory. Despierta. He said Rosa in voice back. I was back. With the rostlemen with the light of the luna that was in the

window. We're going to go to go tomorrow. You have to a day more? Descance here in a meantime.

Why? I asked. But Rosa no responded. Only repeated that he said, and he went to the

room before that could insistirle. The day the day next the opace in the house.

Rosa just spoke with me and his his children even observed they're in

the same distance silenciosa I'm try to go to the people

but every every I was I had to a person

the sun is very very wait at the

at the night here the people the people

are when they came the last he the last

he was she she we the next. That madroghada,

before that the sun despuntar, I'd with a tass of coffee very cargated and he

said that the manette was out of the camera with the motor grunyinginginging every way that was

a rostro curtied for the sun just me did a word, Rosa was sat in the assented in the the ascento of the copilot,

looking at the front with an expression tense. The road to the risk was more inauspite of what I had been imagined. The rocks, the earth sluelt, they'd that the camionetta to balanceer dangerously, that every time in a time

it was the impression that that had yet had yet had yet. And the passage seemed to be more arid with every kilometer that we'd recorriamus. No,

there were signals of life, nor of animals or people, just a silence that was a more profound a minute that we

finally the conductor so detourn't where the road where the road was to come back

this we got he said with a tone that no he was a good but is

sure to comeer from here I'm I'm sure me looked with a seha

like if it was a question absurd Rosa, backed the vehicle and made me a little box with water and some of the food. What I saw that you're looking.

I'm going to find you rapidly and you're regressas. We're going to go to a while at the four. A-be if you want to go? Okay? Digo, without my eyes. Before I could be able to sender the motor, and the camionette

commenced was to get a little bit of a newbubble that's dissiped rapidly in the air immobile. I'm there, only, with the sun

with the sun coming to up to the silence was absolutely, interruped only by the son

of my pathos over the earth sea, while I was going to

walk to the unknow to the way, it

was down as I'm to start there, no

there no raster any that someone had been on years. The

matorrals secos crugian with the The wind seemed to not to get to that place.

It was like even the air was stanked. Attraped in a quietude that me in a quiet that I

thought that that was more than it was more more than over the every little few steps

but I always I found with the same the same the same dark dark

torsied for the time with the absence total of the real

Rosa me had made a question that hour retumbed my head.

While I had justed the mochila in my back, and the conductor

ran to get to her she was he was in voice back. You're

sure of what you see? Of all? A sometimes the pain

not see things that not there. Maybe not not here

what you are doing. I've seen respond to what could

say, I'm didn't I'm even I never I saw

that I could not could take me to the head of the capilla in yams those figures

envuelted in the fire that were so they're that are presentes if all

that was a product of my mind then why could I could aller the

humo because the cold was to be to be the pageage

was a little a little a disorce a

diso difficult distinguish the This distortion in the horizon It was difficult distinguishing the real of the imagined.

The sombers of the arvoles were and they were and they were the cold, something that was the mind was the mind that not

was too that not even one hour, or at least that I felt the time was flasasable like a river

and every path seemed to submergear me more profoundly in a sensation of isolation of isolation that was

that was the same And it was then when I could I was a little I thought that it was an arboral A sombre in the mottorales But conformed me I got into

That was A figure human Immobile Just in the middle of the Camino Hello Grite My voice resonating

In the air immobile No, there was Respustra Dio a few POSos more With the course Atiento with My pecho

The figure I stayed there And the face Inclined A. Cere one A man But his posture It was antinatural

Like if not Tewara Pesso Like if Stubber Flotting Although I Tocco

When I Sto I was I deto Coo Who were That was He was

He was covered with a mantle Ascuro that Pared The Sun His Rost

Was It was Ocult but me Begia Who you're? Pregonted.

The silence was so profound that could hear my own rapid and without compas. I quiss

retroceder but my my fingers not responded. The figure he went to a man a movement

and deliberate signaled to go to forward like and I did you and I'm

doing to do you did not to turn to not have limited I'm a scalofrillo-recurred me.

I didn't want to continue ahead, but something in me knew that no option. With passes timbrowsus, I went to the figure, trying to not look at it directly.

When I left the area was more scarce, every pass me costed more effort, like if something invisible

would be to detenermed, like if some macabar the forces. Finally, I got to the top of a

coline, me detube to recover the I'd be able to tell. There was just about there was front of me, the risk. The people seemed to surge from the earth, as if always had been there,

waiting. It was around of tumbles, or at least of cruises of the madera. The houses of adobe were desmoronated, covered as malice, and the streets were just visible between the polvo and the scombros. No had signals of life, but the place not was to

I was just a little. At the contrary, there was a little in the air, a presence that seemed to me in every door, in every rinkon. A sound devil, I got to my own ears, just audible in the silence. It was a susrower, a voice lexaned that I could understand, but that me called, as, as coming from between the casas abandoned. It was a little, I had heard that she had heard that she was heard that she was called me a missa. my little, the

light of my eyes, but no could fall in that I'm never to the record in my

Cerebrough that even not had to start. The sun seemed

to be to be quickly rapidly. I wanted to I was no way to

the place, but I was in the course, I began to descender to the risk, and I'm more to

something that could understand. something that had been waiting for me. Who knows, since how long? No, you know,

the conclusion of this story, the next Monday, in Relatos, of the night.