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Neither had more than ten years. One had blond hair, very short, and brown eyes rather small, the other by the contraro, had curly brunette hair and fairly long, and green eyes, a little blue.
The two sat on a fallen log, a bit dry and forgotten, in the middle of an unknown forest, without wishing to be known, and entirely uninhabited. For years, they only attended every Thursday the remote forest, very remote from the city ... the city ... the daughter of fear ...
They sat and passed the time ... sometimes, not even uttered a word ... just waiting for something, waiting for life.
_Dicen happens fast ... you have to rush when you see it and catch flying with both hands to escape ... Always
initiating the talks was the blonde. The dark hair, however, was more shy and needed to hear words of others before his own state.
_Dicen many things ... some even say that there ...
The blond laughed.
_ Who says? _No
skeptics know ... ...
_ Who?
_Esos ... do not believe in anything ...
relaunched The blond laughed. The blonde had long lived in the city ... it was hard much more than the other to change their assumptions.
_Uy, look, look! Go flying!
The morocho stood up and pointed to the sky with the index finger of his right hand. _
see it! Is it yours or mine? _No
know, try both, quickly, before it happens.
The two began to jump, with hands stretched above it, pinched at the sky and filling their little hands with clean air in a forest wilderness.
_ Can you?
_Creo which is yours _decía morocho while jumping.
And then ceased morocho your jump. His friend, every time I supported his feet on the ground, aged a few years. Blonde hair began to turn white. His beardless face was full of hair and graying. The wrinkle began playing on his face, almost like dolls. And in a moment, the blond fell, with the thin skin and hurt by the passage of time has not passed, much higher than when I started to jump, without any teeth in your mouth, with a few hairs on their head ... her eyes were closed and no longer breathing.
_Ey ... _le morocho_ said. Do you grabbed?
reached down and supported two fingers on the wrist of her friend, who was then a much older, lying on the floor. He felt one or maybe two palpitations. Then he looked at the sky. He saw his friend's life was flying very fast until in a moment was lost in the clouds and could not return to foreign exchange. Then, the palpitations stopped. His friend had died. _No
take hold ... Then you had, right ... life goes flying, it is fast Agarrala ... I'm skeptical ... do not know, you have to tell them, look if they spend their lives as well ...

Text by Poyo Skalari