The delicious coffee that she had taken at her own suggestion, had produced something unknown to her, a kind of ecstasy that did not allow her to think clearly and respond precisely to what Azrael asked her.
He said, you mixed liquor with coffee and it gave you a special sensation, an unusual altered state of consciousness ... Don't worry, it will pass soon.
She felt calmer and began to tell him about her gray life, he listened attentively. Azrael also told her about his life as an obscure college professor and writer. He had been divorced for twenty years, had two daughters and one before them, who had lost his way and never heard from her. This caused him great sadness and marked his life forever.
She told him, I am concerned about the reason why you write, I observe that you do not promote yourself or show any interest so that your works are known in other latitudes.
I write for several reasons that are important to me, he told her. It serves as an outlet for me because I express part of my life in my writings, it is as if I shared a little piece of my soul with my readers. What I write leaves teaching, he who seeks finds, my books are read by people who need to read those lines, either to learn or because of the need to share with someone related to their ideas.
We are temporary mortals in our passage through this world, everyone speaks and yearns for love, knowing that perfection cannot exist on a plane where duality exists ... True love is perfect and therefore does not exist in this imperfect world. .. Moreover, if there were at some point, by inverse reaction it would end up making those who feel it suffer ...
To live is to know duality, feel pain and pleasure, sin and repent, but never touch one of the two poles. , because you stop existing as a human to become another being.
I have suffered and I have enjoyed it. I know someone just by looking at him and hearing him in five minutes.
She was listening to him attentively, that old man was too attractive to her, she had never felt that for anyone.
She looked him straight in the eyes and said: "If we are what we think, then you are me"
It made him laugh ... I haven't done it for a long time and I thank you for giving me such a pleasant moment.
I would love to teach you many things, but you are a lady and I would not like to take you to my house, because I live alone ... But I have my world materially shaped there, with many secrets that I have never shared with anyone because I do not believe them worthy. You are different, you have a special original brand created in your environment, a product of your thinking ...
She told him, I don't see anything wrong with visiting her house, things turn bad according to the intention with which they are carried out.
"Of course ! Even a simple look can indicate a bad intention …"
She avoided his gaze and said, it's getting late, we'll continue talking another day. I thank you for adding color to the days of my life with your wisdom and experience.
" I take her in my car and we can talk about something else, do you think? " Delighted gentleman, I accept your suggestion …"
In the car he explained that since he was young he admired Kepler, not only for his science demonstrated in his famous laws but for his fiction. He told him that the first science fiction work written was "Somnium" where a fictional reality was captured from the lunar perspective, written by him. Her dream ...
She told him, but I have not gotten versions in Spanish, nor have anyone made a summary or interpretation of the work ...
" If there are good translations into Spanish, I will keep one and invite you to discuss it chapter by chapter or however you like ..".
" It will be a pleasure to share that knowledge with you."
" Well, we have shared our thoughts and we have fed the Neurons of both, which is not frequent, he said smiling."
" Most of the needs of the human being are created by the mind, I do not mean the basic ones, but beyond ... She said, For example, I have felt empty in the neural aspect, it is as if everything was half and nothing to conclude healthily ... I thought I had lost my mind, but now that I know you, I feel that it is a great truth and a reality, within a huge conglomerate of relative semi-truths."
" You have said it, relative ... Now I happen to be your point of reference and your truth will depend on mine."
I don't know if this is actually happening or is a product of the ecstasy produced by ingesting the coffee, but I just know that I had a wonderful and magical afternoon.
They said goodbye affectionately and when he was about to get out of the car, he kissed her hand. You are beautiful in body and soul, your husband is very lucky to share his life with such a complete being and one of the few who walk in this world. Don´t forget that we are pending with the discussion of "Somnium" ...
"Of course! Can you next Tuesday?"
" Yes, all right, at the same time and in the same corner I'll wait for you ... We started dating each other and now you get in the way ...you "
" See Soon and thanks for everything. You can call me Ezequiel, there is no problem if you wish. "
He entered his house and felt the magic vanish, the kitchen was dirty and in a mess with garbage everywhere, on the refrigerator door there was a note that said: " Excuse the mess my love, I work hard outside the house. home, I went to sleep ... You have to clean, I love you ". She thought, yes it is my work as a woman, although I also work in the
store in the mornings. She changed her clothes and began to clean, the work was pleasant for her, as she reviewed in her memory every memory of that beautiful afternoon, some of the magic had remained with her and the unpleasant image of the untidy kitchen was disappearing little by little , giving beauty and brilliance to the started night.