Estela was a beautiful woman, simple in appearance and without many goals in life, she had married a man with technical knowledge who did not like to dream. Sometimes he laughed at her great imaginations and fictions.
This woman had a great inner world that she did not share with anyone, it was comparable to poetry with deep and elaborate words to leave a double message. Despite being very intelligent, she did not finish her studies because the university bored her. She decided to apply her creativity in making sweets with beautiful and artistic shapes in a small shop of her property where she worked in the morning, the afternoon was to do the errands and the night to dream ...
Sterile due to a malformation in her inverted uterus, no she had children, although she loved children for their innocence and spontaneity in reactions. I had great deep thoughts to share; about good and evil, the true nature of love and even about science, which nobody imagined. He had great knowledge of physics and read great inventors and scientists, such as Nikola Tesla and Johannes Kepler, the latter has written a great work that very few know entitled "Somnium", that is, his dream of seeing the universe from the lunar perspective; this work is considered the first science fiction work. He liked precisely this genre because he understood the thin barrier that separates fiction from reality and affirmed that all science was first fiction.
There was an author of science fiction works, whom almost no one read but she loved his boundless imagination and reviewed his writings during his lonely night hours, as her husband slept in another room, except on weekends when they regularly made love.
She felt an emptiness inside her, she needed somehow a different interaction with the outside, she knew that life would one day give her a kiss and in that kiss she would find the true meaning and beauty of existence.
Estela thought in a different and original way, just as her thinking was unique in her style ... She
frequented a cafeteria in the afternoons where people with deep and artistic thinking attended, such as painters, writers, sculptors and anyone who had critical thinking. She listened carefully to their conversations and every day this woman grew in human quality.
One afternoon when she was having her customary coffee, a nice old man approached
and asked her with great respect to accompany her for a while, she gladly accepted and they began to talk.
The face of that man was familiar to him ... He managed to know who it was when he got home. The companion was nothing more and nothing less than the dark science fiction writer, whom she read at night. He did not recognize him at the moment, because in the books he appeared younger and surrounded by multi"colored lights.
A great emotion invaded her, she began to write in her agenda a series of questions that she would ask her at their next meeting.
Estela knew that this writer was an admirer of Kepler just like her. Many are unaware that he wrote science fiction, his imagination was fertile and productive, many of his imaginative unrealities later became great quality astronomical advances.
A week had passed without hearing from the writer, he had not returned to the cafeteria since that day. One morning while in the candy store, he heard her soft voice ...
" How have you been? Does it remind me ? "
" How can I forget it, if I had the best conversation with you of all my life! " " I invite you this afternoon. Do you accept it? "
" With pleasure, it will be a pleasure! "
She arrived home earlier than usual, selected the best dress she had in the closet, the best necklace, and some beaded combs that would adorn her hair. She took a relaxing bath with special salts and when she was getting ready to get dressed, he heard the noise of the door.
Her husband had taken the afternoon off in compensation for work done at night, his amazement was gigantic, when he saw her dress and accessories on the bed " Are you going to a party alone? Without me ? " Nooo, she replied," "I'm just going to the cafeteria to talk with a friend for a while. Do not make wrong speculations, product of your technical and dichotomous appreciation of reality, the answer is not always affirmative or negative, there is a dangerous intermediate tone of things, where there is room for the doubtful and reflective dear husband ...
" You already started with that language again ... Well, have a good time, I'm going to take a bath and rest. We talked when you arrived, he gave him a kiss and locked himself in his room"
Estela was leaving her house and as she walked a block, she heard someone calling her, on the corner was the writer in a beautiful pearly red vehicle, Get on! He told her, she shyly obeyed, he looked at her dumbfounded at so much beauty, his eyes were fixed on her soul, it is as if she knew him from before, as if he read his thoughts and even more, as if he were part of her ...
She wanted to control the situation by thinking, he is just an old and good man who could even be my father. But she was nervous in his gaze and interested in their conversation, which was not often the case.
They arrived at a beautiful place, a little crowded and adorned with Roman vaults. I was ecstatic and happy. Here they serve all kinds of coffee and prepare it to your liking, you are ingenious, invent some original mixture ... She answered confidently, I want one with vanilla, a lot of cream and a touch of liquor. In a few minutes he had before his eyes a coffee topped with abundant cream and a special aroma never perceived. It was exquisite and when he took it he felt something strange, his eyes clouded and he began to see bright colors everywhere, they reminded him of the photos of the writer in his multi"colored books.
You are charming and I feel very good with you, you can tut me and call me Azrael simply. Tell me about yourself and what you feel, people like you, meet only once in life.