34 THE MAN IS A MORTAL GOD

34 THE MAN IS A MORTAL GOD


A trillion of trillions of years later …
Before twisting the last corner, a sudden(sharp) sound paralyzed me: they were trodden you last in the rubbles. He had to be the Emissary. I thought of hiding naturally and to remain still while it(he,she) was going away, already without other plans or hopes.
But slightly very slightly common it(he,she) happened(passed).
Huddled silently, I felt that the noise of the trodden ones was not hiding, since it was the usual thing. Rather, he(she) was feeling them increasingly strong and clear and in a few seconds I discovered that they were coming towards me.
Amazed, I did not know what to do in the matter and I waited after the corner for the incredible meeting that inevitably would happen. Too soon there appeared a monumental, alive(vivacious) and mobile figure. I believe that it was the first time that it(he,she) saw to the landscape to move; an enormous bundle of the reality was moving towards me. The impossible corporalidad of the Emissary was delineated opposite to my eyes and I had it finally face.
The Emissary, on having been situated, detained to a few meters. My heart was fluttering painfully. Carelessly, I found his(her,your) look and he(it) mine; it(he,she) had never crossed my look with that of any other being, and this one was a very paradoxical phenomenon, a vicious circular phenomenon similar at when two mirrors look opposite to forehead(front). It is strange, since a conscience is conscious of a thing, but even more that a conscience is conscious of another conscience. It happened(passed) this day, when the Emissary and I look for the first time, in our lives, up to this moment parallel bars.
It(He,She) looked at me acutely like doing the first deep and rapid analysis; his(her,your) eyes were amazed, but alive(vivacious). It(he,she) agreed tired like corroborating me. Then it(he,she) sharpened the eyes as(like) trying to investigate a doubt or surprise. I lowered the look and understood(included) that the Emissary was like one of the statues of the desert, belonging to the same extraodinary ancient race and, as one of these, it(he,she) had a little rest enormous and weighed under a monumental lintel. There it(he,she) remained immobile, since(as,like) supporting it. The serene and solid geometry of the building was harmonic with the lines that were drawing with beauty every part(report) of the Emissary. It seemed as if the building had secret proportions and relations with the wide and strong volumes of the body of the Emissary, that as he(it) was big and heavy. But notice in the coarse corpulences of the terrible giant, the worn-out(finished) delicate one, and beautiful melancholy.
His(Her,Your) hands were red and his(her,your) rough(harsh) breathing, it(she) was rough(busy). The Thecnetos had sent it to end me.
Then I noticed an amazing thing, more terrifying than the presence itself of the Emissary under the lintel: the soil was full of rubbles and there was also many light in this corner that usually at this hour was staying in the dark. I advanced worried. The monumental Emissary moved himself not even a millimeter of his(her,your) rigid position, but it(he,she) was following(continuing) with his(her,your) deep eyes my insecure steps. On having doubled the wall, I saw a new system of rubbles. What was calling my house had been ruined totally after resisting weak millions of years. I remembered(reminded) the red hands of the Emissary, his(her,your) debilitated body and felt his(her,your) unbearable, mortal look in my back.
I was sorry the wind to play in the hollow that left my house and the form of the loneliness was like to feel suddenly everything.
If the disappearance was only for a few months! For only thousands of years, it would be difficult to accept it. But the disappearance forever is a monstrosity that we never resign ourselves to looking abreast. And any death is endless. To understand(include) this only a second, it(he,she) destroys us and because of it we never do it, always we elude to look that the end is eternal. I cried there for love to the house to which it(he,she) would never return and which actually(indeed) was not mine. I cried for the meaning of this disappearance and for that the presence of the Emissary was an advertisement of the perpetual disappearance of all the things, and the endless disappearance of me itself. My endless death permission with him(it). There was no leak. An eternity of emptiness was waiting for me.
The beauty of the Emissary was almost intolerable and nothing that scribe might give an idea of she(it). Only a scar in his(her,your) left arm, with something under her(it), was misting his(her,your) absolute corporal perfection. It was the proof that it was really(exactly) a ángelos of the Thecnetos, but one that was coming to announce death. A death without extensions or exceptions.
In the dustcloud, indifferent and solid, the Emissary was looking, from his(her,your) immortality and his(her,your) beauty, my fleetingness and unsightliness. It had been his(her,your) mission to help to the precipice, sew surely nothing difficult for his(her,your) titanic forces.
I saw that safely he was a direct descendant of the primitive(original) humanity, that one that faced and extinguished all the other civilizations of the universe. That one of which our poor race had degenerated. It seemed that it(he,she) was taking hundreds of thousands of years to the service of the Thecnetos. It was constructed in the space by big and beautiful volumes; the lines that were delimiting it were coming this beauty and serenity that the natural and perfect things have. Covered entirely of powder it(he,she) was not differing from the statues of stone, but it was one with entrails of meat, and unlike the men of marble, his(her,your) eyes were not blind, but opened brightly to the world.
His(Her,Your) look was trasparentada of so much(many) landscape, staved in of so many vastness. It(he,she) was informing of a more meticulous and concrete reality that mine; it(he,she) was looking at my abandonment from his(her,your) height as(like) to an early man. It(he,she) was of the race that constructed the cities that now are ruins and the Thecnetos. I remembered also that this tired(tiring) giant was communicating with him(it) across rare(strange) devices and in secret places; that Superior was administering the world, a world million of times to my. I looked at it amazed as if it(he,she) was looking at a god. But this god was to a few meters and was breathing dificultosamente and was covered of the same powder that I.
I was demolished as the house. It(he) had remained furthermore(moreover) nake in a world now more foreign.
Then, imperceptibly, the Emissary - after of an imperceptible hesitation - left his(her,your) sculptural immobility. First they were changes milimétricos, then I noticed that it(he,she) was starting approaching me. I opened the eyes of terror when finally I noticed his(her,your) movement, almost imperceptibly initially(originally). I tried myself to move away, but in an awkward(stubborn) movement of flight I stumbled and fell. On having joined, the Emissary already had taken(caught) me of an arm and it(he,she) started walking crawling. It(he,she) had the obligation to me destroy also to me.
I became very rigid, stuck uselessly to a few rubbles, shook off. But suddenly I understood that behind the gigantic Emissary the omnipotent decision of the Thecnetos was and then I left myself to go and tried to obey his(her,your) incomprehensible orders. With terror initially, and then with passive resignation, I walked with him(it) across other dead houses. It(he,she) had to dismiss(to see off) me of them forever! The Emissary placed me in the hollow that there were forming(training) two walls that were joined, stopped in front of me to prevent my evasion(escape).
I fell without forces, tin opposite to his(her,your) feet.
Incredulous of my end(purpose), I did not want to see how it(he,she) manipulates a few rare(strange) instruments and it(he,she) was accommodating them aiming at my forehead(front), but I noticed the preludes of my execution in his(her,your) shade - that also was beautiful-. I saw that already I was signing with those appliances, the instants of wait became long second and these dilatadísimos minutes of pulled down resignation, then, milimétricamente, very slow and also incomprehensibly, the Emissary stopped aiming at me and the silence and the calmness of the landscape continued.

Immobile two, one opposite to other one, while everything else was a silence. I noticed there a very slight noise, but of something frantic and powerful. So much it was the rigid silence of this moment that I could listen to the rough(busy) beatings of the heart of the Emissary.

His(Her,Your) face was red as(like) submitted to a great pressure and his(her,your) forehead drawn with a perfect geometry, filled with warm drops. It(he,she) took(caught) again my arm, resigning his(her,your) initial determination and we start walking.