Apollo! Apollo!

            Like Leopold Bloom, who has several names derived from Leopold, I have many too: Leopoldo, Leo, Poldo, Leopol, Pol, Polo, Leo’s Pol, Lopordo and Pordo, even Lopardo and Leopardo, and Apolo as well. Yes, true , and the different names, although usually Leo or Poldo among friends and Poldo always among my family, have been used to call me or to say my name. The thing is I enjoyed it greatly when seeing the children’s ball had fallen down into my yard and I came out and went to take the ball to give the ball back to them, and they began to cheer me up when I handed them the ball: Live Leopoldo!, Live Leopoldo! Live Leopoldo! All the children had come to the yard’s door and I thanked them inflated of pride and some children four or five came too to the yard’s door and hearing something that sounded like Polo began to cheer me up at first Polo! Polo! Polo! And it then derived in Apolo. Apollo! Apollo! Apollo! I felt such an inner jubilee my nose seemed to me twisted suddenly to remain later for a good while like shining by a token I had received from them all. At that moment my old friend José was going by. José has also more names, for we Spanish people say Jose for José, and there is the affectionate Pepe too. On seeing me surrounded by little girls and little boys José told me to move up the Moon to them, and he told them I was capable. Come on, Leopoldo, encouraged me José. Little girls and little boys, observe the Moon now, I said. They turned back towards the Moon, that was visible from there and I used my eyes to move up the Moon and José asked them: Did you see? Leopoldo is capable to move the Moon. Some times we meet up I ask him to move up the Moon so that I can see. He is the chosen to be acclaimed by you all. True I can tell you I am not lying if I say it has been so for a long time, some day he shall be the first soldier to defend you all. So long, Leopoldo, said José to me waving his hand. Long live Leopoldo!, shouted José before leaving, and all the little girls and the little boys began to cheer me up: Leopoldo! Leopoldo! Leopoldo! Poldo! Poldo! Poldo!, cheered me up others, and children aged five or less cheered me up at frist: Polo! Polo! Polo! and then again: Apollo! Apollo! Apollo! I made to them a gratefulness gesture to stop cheering and later I said I wanted them to watch something more. Look out at the Moon again, big colleagues. They all looked up towards the Moon turning their heads and I used my eyes to create a double Moon half hiding behind the Moon, same of the Moon itself, on the right side we could see the double one hidden. Yes! Yes! We see! We see! They began to shout. All them wanted to give me five while some explained to others they had to cheer me up shouting Leopoldo! Leopoldo! Leopoldo! Leopoldo, you are the best!, shouted one, and they began again, with the same result, some cheered up Leopoldo and little ones cheered me up Polo! Polo! Polo! at first and later no other but Apollo! Apollo! Apollo! Do you teach us to move the Moon like you do?, asked one of the boys 10 or 12 I knew better. If you today are communist soldiers and with peace you have good will and good intentions always, there will be peace and you will be capable of connecting with the Moon and being under its influence. Then the cheering started again same as before until the most anguished to play contagiated them all and I came in back into my house.