-What do you hope you don't play already? I can't wait to hear from you!
She told him that heavenly voice that seemed to come from everywhere, he looked around looking for who he had spoken to.
"Tell me who you are and why are you hiding?"
-I do not hide, pilgrim. –the mysterious voice repply. "I'm right here in front of you.
"Well, I can't see you!" Are you invisible?
"Of course I'm not invisible!" Just look up, here I am, I am the lone star of the South and I have followed you since you arrived.
Juan de Dios raised his head and a star brighter than the others caught his attention, because it seemed to be so close that just with a jump he could reach it.
-Go! Now a star who speaks and not only speaks, but is talking to me, if the water of that river was healing, then one of the fruits I ate was amazing and of course it had an effect on me.
He thought and said aloud.
"If you say that you have followed me since I arrived, then; Why hadn't you let yourself be seen?
He asks inquisitively the strange voice that he still did not quite believe came from that bright star in the sky.
-I never hid, walker.
"You couldn't see me in the forest because the treetops were hiding me.
He answers that feminine voice that seemed to emerge from everywhere.
-Aha. He replies sarcastically.
"And if you couldn't see me; How come you were able to follow me? You couldn't see me either, especially during the day.
-At night the trees told me where you were and how your day had been.
He answers that voice with a slight tone of patience and gentleness.
"So also the trees speak and if the trees talk, then: Why didn't I hear them speak?"
-If you heard them but do not understand their language. –the star answers.
-Mmm, so the trees here don't speak Spanish, but the stars do; Let them shave me, if the fruits are not They were not hallucinogenic! Tell me where you are!
He asked as he turned everywhere.
-I already told you that I am up here, I am the nearest and brightest star.
The star says again, to whom this time bowing his head as if trying to accommodate his ideas, he asks.
"Mmm, assuming so, accepting that I'm amazed, that it is true that I am talking to a star, and it is not a product of my imagination or hallucinations for having consumed enervating fruits; Could you tell me what is happening and where I am?
-I will tell you what I can and need to know, but first let me tell you that you are just as curious and asked as a friend I have. –the star answers with an amused accent. -You are in Fíria, the world of forgotten stories, you arrived 2 nights ago from the Infinite Desert, the silent forest you crossed is called: "The Forest of Murmurs", now you are in the Marín Prairie, and the great mountains that are seen during the day in the distance are the Moon Mountains.
"Well, your answer sounds very interesting, lone star; Could you also tell me what I'm doing here?
"That is up to you, in addition to your name. –the star answers.
"Well, you see, two or three days ago.
Juan talks about God to the star trying to remember the events.
-I was working on an oil well near Reynosa in the Burgos basin, during a pressure control operation, We had an accident and the well was torn out throwing fire everywhere, causing the mesquite jungle surrounding the work área to catch fire, while all the staff tried to control and extinguish the fire, my friend Edgar and me, tried to control it by spraying water with a fire hose and without realizing how, we were enclosed by the flames, And when we tried to escape we ran in opposite directions and entered looking for it and trying not to be charred by the flames of the lit mozquital, because I got here; How do you see it?
-Your story is also very interesting, pilgrim, but I do not know what an oil well is, nor do I know worlds called Reynosa or Burgos and I do not know what happened to your friend Edgar, I only know that you begin to interest me and I would like to know the purpose that brought you to this world of forgotten stories.
"Well, at least you already told me where I am, and I see that now the intrigued one is you.
He answers her looking towards several points since he still resisted believing that he was chatting with a star in the sky.
"Can you tell me at least; Why do I feel so good, why did my hair grow in three days and what healed my wounds?
-That if I can answer you, pilgrim, but first
you have to tell me your name.
-My name is... My name is...
He said while adjusting his hair and scratching his head.
"Wait, heck! I can't remember my name; Hell! I knew I had forgotten something since this day began, but it's stupidly ridiculous that I forgot my name.
-I'm sorry lone star, but I can't remember my name, I only remember Yurik's name, but I know that's not my name, I remember it very well but at the same time I know it's not my name, although I liked to call myself that because because I used it for other things, it's kind of like my code name or my stage name, but I don't call myself that; Daemons! What's going on?
-So you don't remember your first name but do you remember the name you always wanted to have? Then I will call you Yurik, that is the name you always wanted to have and since you are now in the world of forgotten stories, you can be and have everything you would have liked to be or have, on this planet where the would have existed.
The star tells him softening his voice even more, trying to reassure him; Yurik thought about the star's words for a few moments before commenting on anything.
"Do you say that the would have exists in this world?" Of course! I remember the name I always wanted to have and I forgot the name I always had but surely I didn't like, then I have long hair like that because I always wanted to have it like that and I stopped being a fat man and belly because I never wanted to be a fat man and belly guy, Because I never wanted to be a fat man and belly guy, now I think I understand what happens; What a wonderful world this is my dear star! Then here I will forget all the things that I did not like or that made me sad and I will remember only the things that made me happy; Go tell me! Is this world like this?
-Yes pilgrim, this world is like this but remember that it will never be good for you to forget everything that made you sad, those memories remain in the heart, they are part of yourself, and you will not be able to forget them even if you spend 1000 years in Fíria.
- Hoaxes! "He answers half-angrily. Who wants to remember sad things? I feel so good that I'm not interested in remembering anything I was worried about before! One last question lone star if stars that speak like you, have names; Could you tell me yours?
"How much Yurik asks! My name is B'eila and I will take care of you whenever you can see the sky at night and now... Could you please me by playing for me the melody you sang last night?
-Did you hear it star? He asks, astonished. "I say... B'eila! So loud did I sing that he reached the stars?
-Yes, of course, it has been the most beautiful melody that has ever been heard in thousands of years, it also reached all corners of this world carried by the Firian wind.
-Well, you see, I don't know if I'm a professional singer or anything like that and I don't know if I have a good voice, what I do know is that I'm a good poet, Some people who have read what I write, well not some, if not, thousands of people have told me that I write very well and that I have a kind of gift for lyrics, I have composed few songs and hundreds of poems, all of my inspiration, are living memories made poem, to commemorate certain chapters and stories of my life.
-Well, what are you waiting for? Recite, say or sing something soon that I can't wait to hear from you, plus the sky can suddenly become cloudy, And I could no longer listen to you, I need to listen to you, that the more things you recite or sing, the more things I will know about you that will help me understand the purpose or motive that brought you to this world of forgotten stories.
B'eila tells him in a voice of impatience and our lost walker, now named Yurik, blowing his little harmonica set out to please his new and interesting friend, B'eila the lone star of the South, singing and reciting another of his forgotten poems.
Maybe time will pass
And a feeling is printed on a few pages.
Maybe love is just a whisper
Like the wind that caresses your hair.
Maybe a heart will stop
And the feelings are kept in a box.
Maybe love is just a dream
Like the wind that caresses your lips.
Perhaps there was once a lonely heart
Who dared to dream
When he found a few words in his window.
Written by someone very special.
May never be with you
And the warmth of your hugs can never reach.
Maybe I'll end up being just a friend.
That was lost in the time of your happiness.
Maybe time will pass
Or maybe it stops.
You may never meet him
And I just want you to know.
Of the existence of a heart in this world.
That looking for true love
That deep feeling
One day he transformed.
In the knight of the wind.
In the lonely wind.
As soon as he finished reciting his poetry to that lonely star, he fell asleep soundly and the campfire was kept burning all night, as if something or someone were responsible for keeping it that way and the star moved away, saying tenderly to the sleeper:
-Sleep peacefully, lost walker, but remember that it is never good to forget everything that makes you sad.