The boat of Charon, by Joachim Patinir. Museo del Prado The sea rocked their waters with the sweetness and delicacy that have a mother's arms. Infinite depth tucked a dark, indistinguishable, which housed soft voices from young sirens, singing and whispering in a perfect ball had armonía.No sun on the horizon, however, a ray of light fell on the strange sea waves bathing golden brown and faintly illuminating the warmth of a landscape inhóspito.No was that a place to mourn, because there was nothing to to complain or anything so sad. At least that was the feeling I had Adel where the warm waters of the bank dipped its feet desnudos.No know how long I had been there, lost in the vision of a nonexistent heaven, nor what was the purpose of your visit to this unusual scenario. Suddenly a boat out of nowhere, sailing slowly on the surface of the turquoise waters to approach quietly to Adel. There was someone in it: a man with strong arms and sturdy legs, with white hair and long beard that Honda cheerful child's play in the breeze. A man who was rowing, paddling, paddling ... Adel waited on the shore, and when the small wooden boat docked near his feet, laid his eyes on the man but could not hold his gaze for a long time. Eyes could not hold transparent, invisible, crystal clear ... could not .- Arise, I'll take the other side - the man said in a voice profunda.Adel are strange places. Suddenly, she no longer liked to be here in this no man's land with the man upstart. And did not like the turquoise sea and the horizon without the sun. The siren song struck him sad, blue, dull. Everything had become really nasty .- You can stay, if you wish, but it takes a long time wandering on the beach of perdidos.Adel thought of the man's words and wondered how long he had his feet wet on the shore. - Do not know why I'm here - she managed to say after a long silencio.El man looked without expression, without emotion betray their hidden thoughts .- My name is Charon - said - I have been rowing over a thousand years, and I've been seeing on this side over quinientos.Adel was startled to hear the terrible revelation of the boatman .- Five hundred years? But ... if I just opened my eyes ... The peaceful sea enveloping this world of madness, he began to shake causing a small wave that barely existed before. The horizon without the sun began to turn darker, and seemed to threaten some kind of rain or precipitation similar. It was hard to describe that place .- I must go - Announced Charon - souls are coming and I can not carry them all .- Wait! Where you going? - On the other bank .- And what is there? - Do not know. I could never lose this barca.El now moved raging sea, full of fury and power contained. It was as if at some point someone had said something offensive to the king of the aguas.Adel, on impulse incomprehensible, got into the boat just before Charon began to paddle to get away from there.The journey was circuitous, as the storm that laid waste to the ocean lost it became a real adventure supervivencia.Mucho time passed until the eyes of Adel could spot a mirage of land there in the distant horizon. It looked like a fuzzy tongue trying to break into the mar.Pero then, Charon, stopped rowing and the boat was slowly stopping when there were still some miles to get to shore. Adel was turned, and looked at the depth of their eyes .- transparent over a thousand years I've been paddling, and I never could get off of this boat - said very seriously - I want to get to the other orilla.Y with surprising agility, he plunged into the water leaving Adel completely alone in that little boat madera.Se felt helpless, lost, perhaps frightened too, but mostly felt anger when he saw as Charon came to swim to the other side, as it should have arrived. It was his reward, not the rowing that hombre.Agarró hard and look at the immensity around him. It was like being nowhere and everywhere at once. What would happen now? Should I put out in search of lost souls? Do you become the new Charon? What if I also jumped off the boat? But then he learned that the boat could not be alone. He knew that the bearer of the paddle was condemned to roam the seas collecting souls whose only chance of reaching the other side was crossing the ocean of the lost. He also knew that the curse which had tied Charon was only the beginning of an absurd existence of which would be very difficult salir.Había hundred years been observing the beach swimming in a transition, ending a thousand years paddling in waters crowded with sleepers sirens sing endlessly melancholic melodies. Waters that is raging or calm at the mercy of a capricious god. However, these five hundred years of waiting had elapsed without even realizing it. Maybe your new torture, finish sooner than I thought.
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