The elevator was broken for the umpteenth time. A piece of paper with lyrics ramshackle reported 'not taking the elevator is broken. " Walked through the three landings that separated his house from the doorway where he lived. While counting stairs, sprang into it, more and more strength, a feeling. He sensed that someone had written. Who thought it could be. Her sixth sense told him that when he opened mailbox, find a letter. Who would?
Other times he had experienced similar feelings. It was a strange intuition, extracorporeal cutting. It was an inexplicable internal beat at the same time exciting. Had long observed that the standard deviation of their forecasts were close to historical reality. It is seldom wrong. Less and less. And that's gave a few gifts as prophetic as exciting. But get it wrong this time? After several blows intuitive one hundred percent decided to be tested again. Would not the letter or would that be? There were many steps that separated his house salmon main landing site where he lived.
Within seconds, the anxiety began to take his body and as he descended, his head turned into a cloud of confusion and excitement. On reaching the landing of the third, he stopped. He felt slightly dizzy and preferred to sit on the edge of some stairs where he could hear the discussion of his rickety neighbor downstairs. Remained static at about seconds. He threw his hands to his head, lowered his eyes and the darkness was sown in his mind. That never happened. He thought that it might be a side effect of medication but considered unlikely because none of them said to reduce glare. Had passed only a couple of seconds when everything returned to normal. That discomfort was gone so suddenly as it had been noticed. Passed through the doors of the neighbors of the second and first where 'Chipi', the dog of a neighbor of the same age, came to meet. Very unlike in the past, ignored the animal. Not even looked at him. Tan their presence felt only barking at the foot of the door through which came a smell of cooked under development.
finally reached the ground floor. The room was empty. The dog had stopped barking or at least their barks were undetectable in her ear. It was time to face reality: Is there a letter in that mailbox? For a moment he felt afraid. Nerves. Emotion. He was aware that if I opened that compartment for correspondence and found that his heart had dictated, think of something.
He took the keys from his pocket. He saw the Virgin of Guadalupe that had bought his stay in Mexico. He looked at her strangely and asked for help. The human to the divine for help. But why is calling for help? Perhaps because I did not confirm he had the ability to sense everything that happened not only around if not thousands of miles from their living space.
saw teeth noted that little key. They were small spherical waves as a small roller coaster, as a string of dunes in the desert that move by wind. He heard the silence in its purest essence and finally dared to enter that key in that lock like a man is inserted into a woman to love. He did it slowly, gently, yet with fear. It was a sensation similar to that experienced by two young virgins. Looking for romance without leaving passion. Something similar happened there. The excitement and tranquility mingled. Suddenly we heard a 'click' and that orgasm was strange. At the bottom of the drawer, he saw a small envelope. His heart stopped for a moment. I could not believe it. Blinked to realize that his mind was not able to him. That the subconscious was taking possession of it. But it turned out to be wide awake. I was not dreaming. I was there, in that empty room and a letter just twenty inches from his face. The appearance was that of the less shocking. Presented a lilac. Grabbed him as he studied the letter that was before his eyes. He was unable to read what there saying. It was as if written in another language, but at the same time, there was none who had the opportunity to meet. He turned the envelope and increased his surprise when he saw that there was no sender. Only one flap presided over a top hat and bow tie. But what it all meant?
Before opening the letter, again attempted to clarify the language in which it was written. But he failed. Seemed to be Greek but I could not be, was a hodgepodge of Greek letters with other Arabs. Pseudolenguaje was a hit not understand and that even upset when you think about it. But now there came the uncertainty, how does the postman could have made it this manuscript to your mailbox if the letter was incomprehensible? Presided over his head doubts and uncertainty joined or not to open the mysterious envelope. Inadvertently noticing it, watched as the sweat had dampened the envelope flap and the front of it. I was nervous. Unknown language that had stalled and the fulfillment of his hunch had left her mentally abstracted without resilience.
deep breath and ventured to break up that envelope. Inside was a small card, strange as all that. The released and returned to see the bow tie and top hat. There was nothing in front and it made him think that everything that was even more incredible and surreal. But the mystery was not revealed in full. He turned that piece of construction paper. In it, he read with letter perfect line and royal ambience ' The hat is to keep this almost magical aura of mystery that is conspicuous by its elegance and bow tie, to go up there and fly. For although everything can seem that it was a check to the queen. Will checkmate the king '
After reading those lines, put the envelope in his pocket picturesque. He turned and went for a walk alone like I used to. Because sometimes there is no better company than yourself. He had half a dozen steps when someone called her back. Shouted his name so choppy, like a disk that was abruptly stopped by the needle of the phonograph, and saw a man with bow tie and hat in hand. Beat the eyes and noted that the gentleman had suddenly disappeared. Wishing for the short distance separating them and saw an identical card on the floor. It read the inscription: 'Sometimes I get letters'
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