A Love In Dark Times

-Old Richard, Mr. Mike, here we are, we're at a witch's cave.

Victor, if this doesn't look like a witch's cave, then I don't know what it could be, with all these symbols on the walls, this smell of withered herbs, the candles everywhere and the black decorations, how much is the consultation worth?

Just ten dollars, it's cheap, I'll even top you up with some bath water.

-All right, look, I'll pay you, they tell me that only I can come in, please Victor, old Richard, wait for me, I'l be right out.

1 don't know Victor, I don’t know why 1 agreed to come to this clown show.

-old Richard, calm down, they can hear us and maybe they'll put a curse on us.

It is true that I have met people with extraordinary qualities, therefore, I also know a charlatan when I see one, this witcl is nothing more than a psychologist full of trickery, her strategy is simple, the secretary who leads you to her, she will gai your trust and by taking out some motives from your consultation, She will secretly transmit them to her boss, this will appear as a fortune teller when she says them, it will be the entrance that will lower your guard to the scepticism, then s will show you that your predicament has a solution, that will derive in other consultations and purchases of coloured waters, that if not there will be no lack of cheap tricks, like smoke or worms from hell.

“What about the worms, please explain to me, old Mike.

“It's that they mix some chemicals with paper and when they react with the fire, something similar to ash worms come ou it's a product of the effervescence of the reaction of the substances, from which they will tell you that they got them out. an evil spell.

-What I've seen several times is that they give them a concoction that makes them vomit a small salamander.

I've seen it a few times, they'll give them a concoction that makes them throw up a little salamander, that bug can be pu in the concoction or someone with good agility can throw it up in the vomit, it's all a ploy to gain prestige and knock dow disbelief in the same way as circus magicians.

~You may be right, old Richard, we once found some guys who wanted to bury a shoe with salt in the garden, after torturi them they told us that they were some cronies for the trick of a shaman with whom our boss was in consultation. Anyway, these people are not evil, they only fill a spiritual void or give them some hope for their ills, of course, the pers who gives too much, can be left with nothing, even end up working as slaves forever.

observe old Richard, lower your voice as Mike came out.

-Hi Mike, how did it go?

Well, old Richard, better than well, it turned out that what we assumed was true, that drug dealer has my wife at the poi of bewitchment and to save her I have to come for a week of cleansing with some herbal waters and essences that I have already bought.

-Excellent Mike, to celebrate this news I'll invite you to breakfast, because I imagine you've been cleansed.

You're right, old Richard, I even owe them, I'll bring them tomorrow or later, that debt is sacred, I don’t want them to put curse on me as a debtor.

Ves, and then I'll take them to a friend of mine who has some wonderful gifts, she also charges less than in this place. Come on Mike, let's eat something, it can't all be alcohol, we have to get some strength to keep fighting with the bottles. Its true, old Richard, we have to put some salt in our bellies so that it doesn't hit us so hard, it's taken.

-Of course Victor, it's like they say that it's time to give body to the vomit, you know what old Richard, better continue telling us your story, it worries me that the beings are in suspense while we take care of our business, I imagine them in indefinite suspension, cramped from being in uncomfortable positions, if suddenly they were close to a demon they have to endure his breath and see that ugly face, please old Richard continue, continue giving them life with your narration an at the same time entertaining us and teaching us, we don’t know if we are also counted.

-If someone tells our story, it could be that they are also being told, and the other also in the form of an innumerable sto i's like that experiment where you place a mirror in front of another and they produce infinite reflections.

Victor mentions that the universe was thought by the Creator, this is very logical, since to make something we first have think about it and if we are someone's story, I would be well served by the fact that I will relive my life every time someor reads me, as long as my maker dies, at least as long as my story can be read. Who knows how many magnificent stories, real or fictional, have been lost to history, lost in shipwrecks, fires, natural disasters, or simply eaten away by damp and vermin on a shelf in an old cellar or cave?

Yes, Old Richard, an uncle of mine, used to tell a couplet that went something like:

“while I was doing what I was doing

Someone else was making me poetry

I thought I was real

And it was just another tune”

“that Mike, I remember the one that goes like:

“a gentleman looked in the mirror

Where his reflection looked back at him

And between smiles and glimpses

He saw that the light was looking back at them.”

“these are poems, children, if so, it will be possible for us to get out of this reality to a more real one, to break the fifth w to get to have more dimensions, so many that the present one seems flat, perhaps to be able to get out through the ears the Creator or in one of his sneezes, to fight in a gigantic world.

“It may be old Richard, suddenly when we die we pass into that world of giants where we will experience wondrous thing which here our senses limit us.

-1 don't understand people's eagerness to know what's in the afterlife anyway, if one day they will know and the longer it takes the better.

-1 don't want to become an old man who depends on machines to live, who has to be bathed and even have his nappy changed, or be given injections all day long, who has to beg for death, but I would like to live without degenerating. With that way of drinking you'll make it Victor, you'll surely grow old with cirrhosis and no legs.

“No Mike, that's exactly what I don't want, that's why I plan to give up liquor and acquire better living habits, so I don't ha to become an old man who depends on others and if things get complicated, I'll always keep a revolver with a few bullets in case I can't stand the agony or the shame, because that's another point, you enter a hospital, there you will be strippe of your clothes, they will grope you, probe your rectum, shave your balls, fill you with needles and experiment on you, making you into a doll who has no opinion and if you object, they can put you to sleep to continue with what they think i right.

“It's beautiful your talk for breakfast, you better eat quickly, I'm going to take you to my friend, you'll see that there are witches of witches, and you won't recognise them because of the black cats, I'l take advantage of the way to continue telling you the story of Luis and Luisa or it would be of the luises or luisas, even as luises would be fashionable now, I be that would be the right one.