Life’s little things
© Joel Aguilozi, 2020
Tell the story… no, it started badly, like it did a few years ago when I started writing, it definitely started badly, badly, like Edward Venit the day his life changed forever.
One day, Edward went to sleep, upset at his lack of luck; So much so that he earned the nickname “yeta Venit”. That day Edward invoked whoever would listen to him from beyond, from another galaxy, or who knows where, to free him from his bad luck…And he was heard; Edward transformed himself, just as Gregorio Samsa did, into an insect; the good luck insect!; a cricket First he called his girlfriend who, upon seeing him, couldn’t believe what she saw. -Finished! – was what he said. This is how family and even friends passed, who little by little abandoned him; The only one who did not abandon him was Pedro, one of those friends to whom Edward did not pay much attention.
Pedro visited Edward every day since he acquired his insectoid form, and his luck changed completely; so much so that: The casino that Pedro went to, he broke the bank! Woman he wanted, he had her! Edward acquired so much fame, due to his good luck, that his relatives returned to him, and OH surprise! They became rich, his girlfriend also returned and OH surprise! She also became rich.
Edward, happy and excited, without caring about his appearance, showed himself in public. The result? They put him in a laboratory to investigate it, and Oh surprise!, the scientists’ luck also changed. And since everything has a limit, and freedom is priceless, Edward escaped one moonless night, as a song from my childhood said, and went wherever the wind took him. He arrived at an unknown place, and the inevitable happened; When everyone saw him, they reacted in horror, and they even tried to kill him with insecticide. And he ran, or rather jumped, like he had never done before. He returned to his apartment and when he turned on the television he saw channels from all over the country. Confused, to calm his nerves, he smoked a pipe and went to sleep. They had told him that smoking that substance gives you wings and takes you through magical and pleasant worlds and that when you wake up everything would look different. And it was true, when he woke up he was alone, he felt bad, anxious, sad, without remembering his supposedly pleasant dreams, without friends, without a girlfriend, disowned by his family, and prisoner of a dream of smoke. In a moment of lucidity, he realized that he had dreamed it all. The phone rang, it was Pedro… that friend I didn’t pay much attention to. – Put some clothes in a bag and let’s go together to seek freedom. I have the address; I lived in that place for some time and luckily I found it.
Although the years lost are irrecoverable, it is important to treasure what has been learned. Edward knew how to value the difference between good and bad; the consequences that errors leave when they are not corrected in time, and how the essence of any spell is lost, which is nothing more than a balloon full of smoke. Edward stopped being a cricket, and many years later, sitting in his pine wood rocking chair, while enjoying a summer night, scented with jasmine and musicalized by the monotonous song of crickets, he remembered what lived and kept it forever in his thoughts, along with the small but important things in life.
THE WISE DRAGON