The sky, nearer

            I played on the beach with my friends and went with them on an excursion. At twilight we crowded at the grounds at the back of the camping’s dependencies. I was not listening to the conversation because I was abstracted, lost in my thoughts. Supper time came and the group dissolved. After supper I said to my parents I was going to take a walk. I went around the hotel and remained staring at the sea lighted by the moon and the stars from the border of the road, I then went down the stairs and stood up to look at the sky from the little terrace which serves as the washing room’s roof.

            After some moments of contemplation I was for the first time conscious I was destined to enjoy, and forever, of certain emotional hypersensitivity. It was an ecstatic moment on which I found out there was a common feeling amongst world’s population and this idea made me happy. Then, merriness propelled me to jump for joy with my arms extended and fists clenched while staring at the sky.

            There was a kind of complicity between the space and me, as though the sky should obey to me. The sky moves, I thought. I jumped for joy again, shaking my arms once more, with fists clenched, and the sky moved. I knew that if the sky moved it was because the phenomenon was provoked by me, and I swept for happiness on knowing that a powerful force I transmitted made the sky move.

            A noise of steps came to dissipate the spell and my friend Raúl appeared coming up the stairs and asking with a resolute air:

            What are you doing there moving up the sky?