's father Juan entire life had rolled around souls. First, by vocation, sponsored children in their childhood infidels to gain salvation of their souls, then, by profession, was ordained to ensure that souls could be saved or not, meet every Sunday with his parishioner status, then passion , lost his reason and his own soul for the soul of eyes, and finally up to the present, his obsession was to steal, dissect and collect souls.
extract it to a living body, his soul is not as difficult as it may seem, but it does require a certain degree of skill and, above all, a sufficient perseverance. It is true that sometimes someone without the slightest intention preparation or even the soul and brings you no longer see them again, nor the thief or the stolen, but this only happens on rare occasions.
That morning was one more in May and Juan walked losing steps and other days also some thought lost and distracted. Always walking up the two and the two took the wine in the tavern and joked and talked about football and bloody abortion and times in general were no longer faiths or beliefs. The bar was full of souls, but none of those interested. Souls were second or third that looked at him without wanting to see him, unwilling to speak only of those things you always said with a laugh without saying anything and waivers to feel the laughter or sorrow. Nor was his soul and he lived, but had learned to live with her the days the same and molded to feel almost feel the absence of his soul stolen.
wine After two blocks and a first floor with sunny little street noise seeping through windows and not close properly or fully opened to let out the smell of books walled numbing afternoon for fear that one of those noises again be a gypsy song or that any full moon mocked from the window. Ate the stew yesterday and put on latex gloves before entering the room of souls.
had more than five thousand souls perfectly classified and documented. His collection was the result of over ten years of work, ten years ago that he had stolen the soul for the last time was ten years since that night when walking without a soul looking for his soul was faced a man who after kissing a woman walked into a portal with all your soul made smile and dream and tomorrow in his face and John was so easy to feel envy and anger and pain and love that soul to be the hollow gourd loss.
turned on the powerful, white light in the room of souls and approached the table where dissected. It squeezed both temples with their index fingers in his mouth until he began to opt for a rectangular white gelatinous porridge. When he stopped throwing lumps that remained engrossed watching thick liquid that was solidifying while its surface succeeded in thousands of pictures narrating the story of the soul. After five minutes he wrote in a tab all the data identifying their latest dissection and, whenever a new soul added to his collection, took the photograph of the woman's face as he took the soul was ten years ago. It was a woman's face with his eyes looking as knowing and surprised at once, with blue clouds that seemed to background, darkroom where reality ceases to be a woman stretched and learn to play the game. He went back to his latest acquisition and compared the picture with the image showing the mold with the soul. Proved once again that soul could not be that of the woman and put it in the cabinet he belongs. He closed his eyes and all images of women were screened in his heart. He knew that one day I would find her soul, her soul, did not matter that I had to dissect one hundred thousand souls.
Thinking it shivered in a cold sweat. What soul would find it? Souls are being replaced each other and each lost forever to the last. People do not realize it, but then his young soul has been stolen and another substitute, one that is not so spontaneous, so vivid, and so on until one day the old soul who has been living with he no longer wants anyone and not stolen because it has no life or excitement and the people that called maturity. The souls are of a being to another in an endless carousel until stiff one day in the sternum of some being that is almost, but John took these thoughts in mind and rinsed his face before the cassock and go to church to officiate Mass at seven.
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