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Chapter 31 - Delusions in the dark.

And continued on his way, he did not advance much since with him walked the pain of his wounds, and decided to stop under the protection of a stone of regular size that lay at the foot of a tree, although the Sun no longer felt so strong the shadow seemed pleasant to him, and he sat recharged in the stone, seeing his face reflected in his lenses.

He was frightened to imagine that if he had not had his safety glasses on, the blows of the sand and stones of the ground tornado, They would have left him at least blind, since multiple wounds, such as scratches and abrasions surrounded the socket of his eyes, with his aching fingers he tried to untangle his hardened hair that fell crooked on his face and shoulders as if they were the roots of a dry tree.

-Hell! I miraculously survived the tornadoes but I feel so beaten that I don't think I can get up tomorrow, I say, if I happen tonight.

He stole his pack of cigarettes and counting them, took No. 7 and while smoking meditated watching the trembling of his fingers, feeling that the sword hindered him removed it from its sheath, and skewered it on the ground very close to his legs as if taking care that no one was going to steal it.

So the Holy Trinity activates the powers of the sword and the Hail Mary activates protection? A technological barrier like the ones I've seen in science fiction movies; God! I have read the Bible And I've never read anything like that; Or did I never understand it? And the song of the Ave María is actually a ritual of protection, a song that I never understood like that, or maybe if I understood it but forgot it; Hell! What had to happen in my world for me to forget my God and the Hail Mary? Why can't I remember? What other important things in my life will I have forgotten?

He thought about this while remembering the words of the Lone Star.

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While smoking his cigar, one of his forgotten poems returned and played his harmonica to help him remember it.

Delusions.

Open eyes in the dark

Watching time go by

Delusions of my loneliness

Where the whispers of the wind are born.

Where my bed is a desert

A desert of solitude

Where only the wind lives

Looking from here to there.

Longing for the moment

When in the midst of darkness

Shine the heroine of his story.

Start his happiness.

My heartbeat.

Live for your existence

Delusions of passion

Who needs you urgently.

Urgency to kiss you

Urgency to hug you

Desperate not to have you

Desperate not to get lost.

When he finished reciting it, night had already fallen.

He felt very sore from his injuries and very tired, apparently the adrenaline rush released during the battle had weakened him so much, that he had no more strength to seek or build himself a shelter, and right there under the protection of a stone he lay down, from the darkness a graceful silhouette emerged, it was Raíza who, seeing him in such bad condition and asleep, decided not to wake him, with sadness she observed the condition of his wounds, and a rictus of pain in his bloody face while he slept, and tenderly knelt beside him and without touching him, she placed one of her stylized hands on his forehead, the other on his chest and invoking a ritual sung in an unknown language, a kind of bluish radiation bega to drain from her hands covering him; Root orbited his whole body with her hands from head to toe, and while performing her strange heavenly song, the face of his patient reflected a gesture of peace when he felt well, and had a pleasant sleep, the angel girl withdrew her hands, thus picking up the strange bluish radiation, and giving him a kiss on each of his cheeks left him sleeping peacefully, Before leaving, he said quietly to four warrior angels that patients  They waited for her in the dark:

Anhael, Sirú, Emir and Eglán! Take good care please.

And he left for the palace, leaving four of the defeated warriors of the wind, watching over the safety of the one who had defeated them.