Childhood had been gray and sad, a succession of colorless and empty brackets, including pending a spark revealing its freeze all images. Through his memory exulted enigmatic sounds and flashes, sensations of sour, lots of smells aseptic. And caresses stunned. But Francisco remembered especially beautiful and terrible that day, when he was born thinking.
- Francisco !
His mother always yelling his name , a hundred times a day , greenhouse corridors under domes methacrylate through dark corners of the barn , bed and table in any place and at any time.
- Francisco !
He could hear his voice echoing like a weak skull , the lark , and when the mother can not call him when Consuelo lay exhausted , sunk in slumber languid and heavy , as foams silence , with her breasts out of the darkness like a fountain phosphorus and sulfur .- Francisco !
He heard the voice echoing in frail skull , the lark , and when the mother can not call him when Consuelo lay exhausted , sunk in slumber languid and heavy silence as foams , breasts out of the dark like phosphorus and fountains sulfur.
The far end of the greenhouse was that day , a shell of silence , full of barely perceptible noise or only imagined as lurking beasts unknown , formless entities gathered in secret meetings and conspiracies of which he felt excluded. He sat there, crouched and barefoot near trees emissions, including intricate lines that irrigated seedlings emerging from earth. He looked at his feet bare , small hand which, in an innocent game stretched to reach a sunflower stalk . And suddenly ...
I am, he thought . I am.
A wonderful discovery . Measureless and sublime sense of power and burns deep inside . He was the master , the creator of the world, absolute freedom , judgment, reasoning indispensable.
Never have to know how long that happiness remained atop exclusive . Suddenly , it gets dark , the furnace turns into a pile of black coal and suddenly gripped him despair and anxiety .
In a moment, lost everything: plants , coils and pipes, bright dome greenhouse and everything beyond it appear confusing , tablets , masts vane and other greenhouses that were as far as the eye could see , with protruding arcades and a huge ribs skeleton lying on the red dunes of Mars , everything ... The world surrounding him loose in an unexpected way , leaving him alone and humiliated .
- Francisco !
He left the conservatory , running madly towards his mother. Consuelo sat in the corner next to the pool of fertilizers . With tears on her cheeks , Francisco and throwing arms , but did not last long embrace . The breast that was too soft, too soothing . The child is pulled back : for the first time felt embarrassment and shame.
At school, walk like a sleepwalker. Impersonal voice of the robot trainer occasionally reached up to him, sometimes sounding cold, often hearing threshold limit.
Francisco hate that voice of ice, try to ignore it, taking refuge in a deep pit of daydreams. So I watched horses and clouds, from the midst of meadows that swayed in the breeze. And plunging into raging oceans full of gray foam, glassy-winged gulls in flight of shiny plaster.
One day, his father, Felipe, his records showed results, almost all color between orange and red.
- Not good, my boy, 'said and began to shake his head and more fun than offended. Not even a card or even blue green, no yellow card. That does not work at all.
Felipe understood rather than educational considerations. It was a simple colon, like his wife, Consuelo. She could care greenhouses, to regulate the flow of water in irrigation networks to distribute fertilizers and to meter the light and heat. That yes, but returns with all perforations and lines, constitute for him a real puzzle; understood only that, judging by the color of the violent and alarming, Francisco went wrong with the school.
- Not good, repeat Felipe.
However, he picked up the boy and took him on his knee.
- Olé , caballero . If you had the necessary capacity means 'd stay here on Mars , to cultivate rye and potatoes. Me and your mom are pinned here since we know and forever , but not so bad . After all , there are worlds worse than this ...
But when he saw the sheets Consuelo wept . He looked for a moment as if the child were an object, then stroked his hair and walked away in a hurry , taking a lane in the middle of the greenhouse plants. Francisco tried in vain to go after her, she blocked the entrance to the greenhouse to lock up, too high for the child 's height . Refuge among rabbit cages . The bright pink of a carrot, attracted attention last born , who rushed to the bars separating , and stood there, contemplating her with a sort of melancholy joy . They were all - Pancho , Teresita , Marcellino , and Estrella and Manolo , Baloncito and " El Diablo " , a black bunny by his aggressiveness , holding the cage in a continuous uproar .
Thus, even at school, Francisco thought almost all rabbits. He see it the "El Diablo" everywhere, even on the robot head instructor, ready to nibble and antennas; draw rabbits always and everywhere, like a fever pushed haunting. Compositions were full to the brim of rabbits, as well as drawing chip and all sizes, rabbits darted through questionnaires among invading tabs to the corners and edges of their most narrow.
Swallowed robot formations and after a few minutes they returned, storing them in a large container, located in the thorax. The boys gave the run, like some banners celebrating, and it was like a game of cleverness and complicity, a nudge, a peek, or even a sly smile. No one was afraid of the robot.
But Francisco was afraid. When he went to take the sheets and found them full of red crosses, in which rabbits draw almost could not be recognized, Francisco felt a chill at the hair root and empty stomach. Then he thought of his mother and Felipe, but especially to his mother, because he was afraid of losing affection, tenderness that little garden which was much needed.
Then, one afternoon livid with the light bouncing shrink from one window to another, arriving Father Gonzales, dressed in black with a red ribbon for hanging crucifix in his heart.
Consuelo went to him and knelt. Immediately cried Felipe, who was busy with the greenhouse heating pipes. Meanwhile, through a broad and can pretty emphatic gesture, Father Gonzales invites to rise.
The house where they lived Felipe Consuelo was small , like all houses on Mars. A standard home with just under seventy -five regular cubic meters . But inside , the walls were colored mats , widgets and dressers , ears , cobs , ornamental and Felipe , with overalls and shirt remained just looked like a peasant in ancient times . Something moved in the heart of Father Gonzales . Instinctively , waive the standard language from Mars and speaking in Spanish.
- I came to El Niño , said .
And pointed to the nook where Francisco had taken refuge in the meantime.
Father bag out of a stack of sheets bulky green and blue .
- This son of yours is a mountain of native wisdom , he added . A box with diamonds.
Diamonds ! Felipe did not even know what those were . Gasped and his eyes fixed on Father Gonzales , waiting for an explanation .
- El niño es un genio , firm voice says Ecclesiastes .
Felipe's face appeared a grimace. Consuelo and let her arms fall to her sides. There was a long silence. Then she whispered to himself:
- Lo dice in pi ...
- I'm not kidding at all, provide parent Gonzales. En Verdad, El Niño es un genio.
- El niño es loco, Felipe burst into laughter naughty. El niño draw rabbits, pigeons and seagulls, pero no habla, silent for days, and the school does nothing brings home only red cards ...
Father Gonzales sighed deeply and blue sheets and arrange on the table, as if it were a game books alone. Then coughed, sneezed, scratched his head.
- We have another criterion by which we consider children's intelligence and their vocation fully God's work. We have more experience and know how to read where a silly robot can not realize anything. Do you understand?
Felipe Consuelo listened fearfully.
- Records that matter are these clear his father once Gonzales, nervous finger tapping papers laid on the table. I have gathered during the hours of catehesis, we can not fail.
But on Felipe Consuelo shook his head. Then Father Gonzales lost his patience.
- You might want to question our judgment priests of the Holy Roman Church?
At that point, without it being called someone Francisco left his refuge and come in the middle of the room was pale, his lips trembled, but his eyes were throwing flashes of humble pride.
He knelt and kissed slowly end red waist that hung Father Gonzales, in part.
The priest mess hair with a gesture of goodwill.
- Eye of God will follow you everywhere, he said.
Then, with absolute certainty that his words will overcome any obstacle continues:
- You have to learn at our school. I'll talk to the priests, not robots, and a man to know the roots and wings, dirt and nobility, fall and salvation. You'll learn extinct language that expresses Jesus ...
Then you descend into hell on Earth, where he originated all mysteries, and there you will know him Father Fathers and kiss her foot as now kiss the belt that I besiege ...
Francisco wide open eyes. In his eyes a gleam of cunning twist of Lucifer. Or it was just a sign of the most innocent gentleness?
Father Gonzales had the one moment of hesitation. Then his voice sounded strong, under the low ceiling of the box.
- Over a hundred planets await word. You have to go there the torch, while countless other worlds will come out of the womb huge galaxies, and the glory of God will be glorified in the universe, that and because of your labors ...
The priest grabbed his chin with two fingers, gently inviting him to raise his head.
- Francisco, get elected! Heaven your life to the Lord our God. Do you agree?
Child rotate around a cold. Mats, ears hanging on the walls lost their color. His mother looked at him with eyes fooled. Felipe was a shadow against the wall.
Then he sinks his head between his knees Father Gonzales, sobbing:
- I am the lamb of God.
Father Gonzales froze.
(will continue)
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