At my Aunt Lila's house there's a stained mirror.
When I asked her, “Lila, because that mirror is stained?” Lila told me because it was very old.
I began to look at it more closely.
Don't look too much in that mirror. Said Lila.- Your grandfather was forbidden to look at him.
Why? I asked with curiosity. I don't know why, but your grandfather told us that because of the mirror he could never ride a horse. And he loved horses.
I decided not to listen to him and continue investigating.
The surface of the mirror, i.e. the glazed part, was in good condition. But from the bottom of the same appeared to emerge spots of silver color as if they were flowers. It was surrounded by a wooden frame that looked older than the mirror itself. I looked at myself. I made grimaces. I got my tongue out.
The mirror seemed to return a deformed image. I looked at myself again. I didn't seem to be ten years old, but over sixteen. He looked a lot taller. My face was thinner, my hair was longer and even dressed differently.
He had an aretto in his ear. I said, “Hello, and the sound you gave me back was serious and deep. It wasn't my current voice.
I immediately remembered the talk I had with Chacho a few days ago, when our parents did not give us permission to go to the movies alone. We both said, “How we would like to be big so we could go to the movies alone.
Would this be a magic mirror? I told Chacho, and he, who liked everything that was surrounded by mystery, asked me to go see him.
We both stood up like two idiots, approaching our noses against the glass, as we watched the stains carefully until we frosted it with our breath.
When we moved away, the mirror returned a newly deformed image. I was just like yesterday, but dressed differently and Chacho was taller than me. His hair was dyed with a green strand on his forehead, and he was wearing a black jean jacket. We laughed as we watched our scruffy look.
Chacho asked, “How old am I?” The mirror returned the same question with a rough, hoarish voice. Chacho was silent from amazement.
Suddenly Lila showed up and sent us each home.: - Enough of wasting time with that mirror. I have to go out and it's time for them to prepare their homework for school!
The next day we were thinking about the mirror all day. Undoubtedly it had magical properties.
Chacho's doubt was to know how old we were in the image depicted and wanted to return to my aunt's house at all costs. Lila worked every day and I was visiting once a week.
The next week, Chacho had come up with something. Lila missed seeing us both again. We hurry to drink the milk and sit together in front of the mirror. We did the same ritual of bringing our noses closer and then moving away at a distance.
This time we were dressed in other clothes. Chacho said, “I'm ten... years old,” and the mirror returned, “I'm seventeen years old.” We look at each other amazed and happy. We had managed to know the age represented in the mirror.
As we walked along the sidewalk we wondered what we would like to do when we were that age. Chacho was a fan of planes, and parachuting was his dream. I thought that at that age maybe my dad would lend me the car and as soon as he got here from work, I asked him, “Dad when I'm seventeen, will you lend me the car?” My dad said yes. - If you get the record at that age, I'll lend it to you. But now it's a long way to go. Look at the question you ask me!
Classes ended, We went on vacation and spent the summer carefree, enjoying the sand and the sea. We met again at school and immediately planned a visit to Lila's house.
We both ran into the stained mirror and started our ritual.
As we moved away, the mirror returned an image that froze our blood. Chacho was in a hospital bed. With a blood-stained bandage on his head and eyes closed. He had cables and tubes coming out in all directions. A device held his leg high. He looked like a bumpy guy. I was crying next to him.
We ran each one to his house thinking about what might have happened while we were making a thousand guesses. We were only able to come back in two weeks. We didn't care about the biscuit Lila had made or the chocolate milk. We just wanted to look in the mirror.
We couldn't see each other this time.
We decided to face him one at a time. First Chacho faced.
Chacho had his eyes open but he seemed lost. He was still in hospital bed, but without so many wires. Apparently it had improved.
Then me. My image was sad, with eyes glassy and reddened. He was dressed in a sack and tie as if he had lost the benefits of adolescence to take on responsibilities for adulthood.
I got up, confused, and we were plotting a thousand possible stories.
We thought that mirror instead of magic was cursed. What was the point of wanting to know what we were like when we were seventeen? Nothing assured us that that mirror reflected the real future. All those images could be misleading. But just in case I made him promise Chacho that he would never pull a parachute.
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I still wonder how I got into this place. I'm nervous about it. It has invisible boundaries that I can't cross. When I get to a point I get an electric shock that pushes me back from a jump.
I think coldly. I need to know those limits. I carefully approach the foot until I begin to receive a slight tingling and frame in the earth that point. So one after the other I can form a straight line of about twenty meters. When I want to go back, another discharge shakes me violently. There's an angle. It is an angle that marks the beginning of another line. I have to move carefully. Every jolt weakens me and I need all my strength if I want to get out of this crossroads.
Oh, I know. I'm inside a right triangle. A cursed triangle.
Will I be lost forever? Can someone come to rescue me?
I think it's hard. Just because no one can see him or see me.
A triangle is an undeformable figure. These immovable angles, hold the figure with indestructible rigidity.
Falling into a cursed triangle is the worst thing that can happen to a person. If I at least had a ladder, I could match the height and jump it. I try, sensing the tingling on an invisible wall that rises above me.
I'm delivered. There's nothing I can do.
It's already dark. I lie on my back on the grass. The stars shine with all their intensity. Venus, Mars, Orion's belt, the Pleiades move at their own pace. The moon peeps orange over the horizon and slowly ascends, dimly illuminating the landscape.
I fell asleep.
In the morning I checked the boundaries of the triangle again. I was still cornered in the same place and I wondered if there wasn't anything I could do? If I have to wait for death better be quick. I don't want to die in agony.
I've made up my mind. I'm going to take a distance and with the few forces left I'm going to run through the wall and if a discharge kills me, let him kill me once and for all.
I stand with my back to one of the straight lines. I breathe, I expire, I breathe, I expire, until I fill my lungs with air and there I go to the race jumping.
The impact was devastating, I have hair and eyelashes scorched, it hurts every inch of my body. I'm weakened and badly hurt but outside.
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