, reaching the sun ... Buñuel A crowded street in a central city \u200b\u200bthat nobody knows. People walk and completely runs at full speed, in and out of their tents. Funny, coming from nothing and leave filled bags. Come to face death and leave filled with happiness. It's funny. They sound
vehicles, sound of footsteps, voices sound, sound of whistles, horns, sirens, patrols, shooting, torture, the screams, the absence, pleasant conversations, sound children's voice their cries calling the pampering in the form of toys and gifts.
all sounds, but no one listens, no one learns and no one wants.
In a corner by a bum who asks coins and eat with their hands dirty bread that someone left in the same place next to the bread and the shoe box with three coins eternal there is a dog, surprisingly, not entirely unrelated. It is a green dog, grotesque, full of ticks, with their legs fully weakened and broken, but still can hold while walking.
With his head resting on the floor sleeping soundly, as pleased to be able to sleep through millions of feet moving at full speed and pass by without notice and cloud.
Every morning is the dog that wakes up the bum who spends his life in that corner. He bites his pants and waiting to wake up and scare him, so that the dog begins his daily journey through the streets of this city. First run at the slower speed allowed by their bruised legs to reach the market, where each owner and clothesline that is about to open its doors to the public he kicks and yells insults and sometimes spit on him. Always demoralized, the dog runs off into the kitchen of one of the newly opened restaurants and as workers are distracted, steal the first thing to grab you smell like food, which his advanced age and deteriorating health, is becoming less and ultimately just grab the first thing this close to the door and runs away as fast you give your legs.
In a nearby square, the well-known by all passers-by "Square gouaches whores," the dog is ready to eat anything that has been gripping the kitchen. Often it is a piece of wood or a knife, but his sense of taste and smell are almost nonexistent only realize this when the question going through your throat torn.
But despite all this, even after its tortuous breakfast, walks the streets as they are filled, to preach their messages of peace and love toward us, begging passersby for his side to be heard, which take a second to understand what he says. Run up the street and down the street, tiny in the crowd, stepped on and crushed by many but ignored by all.
Every so often there are those who hear, but they are always children or young girls whose innocence and open-mindedness gives the ability to see and understand what they were trying to say. They stand to him, looking straight into my eyes and listen carefully to song forever, which recites love poem, from memory, but with all peace and benevolence toward his listeners. "sing like never before, we break the boundaries of good deeds and peace, do not believe in religion or politics, do not believe in morality or law, we only have love in our hearts and peace in our thoughts, wastes as biased and remake spiritual nativity and see and hear who is on our side, lets kiss and embrace our children, our mothers, our friends and neighbors, who give him a hand do not know and open our hearts to our enemies and make peace with each other. Only true love, only love is concrete "
The children, stunned and amazed, look at you blank your mind to absorb everything taught, feeling love in their hearts and a joy that floods and has, and it addresses a feeling of gratitude toward the dog, which always stretch their arms and embrace it strongly. His mother, parents, siblings, babysitters or anyone else to accompany them at that moment, seeing what the children are immediately and almost instinctively reflex release a battle cry and lash out against his ribs and lungs of the dog, often the same face, bursting an endless number of ticks, filling and staining in turn embraces the child with blood. It rained insults and challenges to animal and green slaps fall on the poor creature who opened his heart and a second was more complete than ever felt in your life.
the afternoon, the dog takes a bone or a fish head stolen from a dumpster near the corner of the tramp and sits next to him to bite and try to eat the scraps that remain. The tramp does not notice, and if you notice not give importance, has other things in mind.
At night the dog gave a final tour of the city to try to deliver your message, but this time is on the dark alleys and quieter than you are, always trying to find a lost soul who needs your message. Tends to be found only with kicks and downs of homeless to protect their food and shelter, but more common than expected is that you are drunk drug addicts or people in your consciousness unconscious listen with full attention, every word and crying once you understand the meaning of his message. Some embrace it, others will throw up, but all completely forgotten along with your message once the hangover has passed and are lucid and human again.
But this afternoon while the sleeping dog sleep next to his good pleasure of his fellow homeless, something interrupted his routine. The sound of beating his head against the ground tramp woke him from sleep, only to see him not breathing or moving, without beating or stirring a cell of his body, but sat in his position, only the top had fallen in their bodies. The dog was shocked by the death of his non-friend, gets up from his prostration, pushes his nose and pressed hard on the nape of the empty body and feel the essence of being mixed with air and disappear completely, launched crying a glorious howl that made the whole street is silent, that every step to stop, that house light was turned off, each word is silenced, and that each child and baby crying at the same time, each woman to panic and fall to the ground rendered, every man lash himself with all the fury and the sun will go out for an eternal second.
When switched back the sun, people and their cries and blows lay on the ground unconscious and the dog was crying on the floor with his head buried between her legs. Rising slowly started to walk slowly among those who prayed on the floor unconscious with no will for a salvation. He walked among mothers, fathers, children, ministers, priests, merchants, musicians, old and young, all surrounded by thousands of other young and energetic dogs but paid tribute and tribute to the pain felt by the teacher of generations. The cat meowed songs of pain and resurrection of soul, allegorical tunes without tuning and endless lamentations unison while the dog suffered pain in his walk.
Upon reaching the shore he sat and started to look at the ocean, looking at his tiny in this universe and its unnecessary taxation for all. He raised his eyes to heaven, direct sun and staring at him with hatred and resentment in his voice, raised a cry "scraping my throat in a cry of the soul that tells you my pain, I sing my song again and dreams of a world ends better than this here for you "and crumbling in millions raised his tiny particles flying toward the blazing star explodes and off making the sky where every ray of light that once was the sun and now fleeing their explosion becomes a bright yellow bee to reach the land are stuck deep in the skin of all those who fought on the ground unconscious by the domination of her body. Nothing else to play with her sting the skin, each of those affected was from a dog's time, green and full of ticks slowly took position on the street and leave running all the known and available to colonize new lands.
soul, and open my intellectual 
