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EL EVANGELIO DE ANDREA


Miguel Eduardo Valdivia Carrera

“La historia del hombre
es el esfuerzo del espíritu
por liberarse y conseguir su libertad”.
Hebel Georg Wilhelm Friedrich




Introduction It is said that one life, one destiny is like a leaf in the wind that rises and falls, turns to the wind. The wind sometimes soft, sometimes strong firmware determines the cause of the beginning and end of the spirit in that same wind, that destination is marked as read-only, but our decisions and actions make the flight on that sheet a dance or a torment that alters our journey into the maelstrom, but not the vortex itself, and that is that every wind, every life, brings its own whirlpool. And every drop of time that passes, our free will is tested. The same sheet can choose whether to take the warm currents and cold, but can never change the wind, wind is from God, and the spirit.

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"A hovering hummingbird weighs about 20 grams. Oddly, the same amount of weight a body free ... to give his spirit and die "

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The Gospel of Andrea

Miguel Eduardo Career Valdivia

First edition

Lima, February 2010

Legal Deposit in the Library Peru's National Number: 2009-13035

Copyright © 2010

By Miguel Eduardo Valdivia C.

(author-editor)

Las Begonias 166 La Molina, Lima Peru

All rights reserved.

ISBN 978-612-00-0099-1

Text Correction:

Roselyne Rodriguez

Photo:

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Cover design:

Alexander Sifuentes

Cover Model:

GreyZER Martínez

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life is a tale

Thanks .. the world is a story

The curtain up, I looked last Once the racks, looking out of there, while the nerves ran through my body, I knew I would have to face, he loved the theater, the audience waiting for your moves, but this time the script was myself, did not with a script, just me, in a spontaneous act of life and death.

began the work, two men in black came to meet me, wearing dramatic masks, the blind glare of the spotlights focused on one, the music began to sound ...

know you're under threat if it goes wrong ...

- Who are you? "Should ask I masked men, who due to an effect of light, their bodies had disappeared, and only their faces were visible

-light, "replied one of them

-dark-then answered his companion

- what do you want?

-love you-you answered my question in unison, they both came dangerously close to me-what you want, little boy lost? We do know who you are, and the destination you want to wear, your dreams, your dreams, hopes, sorrows, even know the contour of your smile, and the taste of your bitter tears, "who us We come to elucidate who you are, because I believe that you know or yourself

did not know the course of the play, for two days they told me to go to the theater, and only gave me two clear explanations: this and say exclusively the truth, it began to scare me more than the account

-I do know who I am

-lie, do not even know that you want answered-in, a cut appeared on my right leg , a lump in my throat made me fear and stifled a cry of pain, this was really serious, the audience as he looked amazed, the work seemed to like us who are di

-my name is Angel, I come from a small town in Spain

- what is your greatest wish? "The figures around me and did a dance to the beat of the music that accompanied the dark

work

-be happy, I decided to answer

-lie! "another cut pierce my body in the left leg, I was really scared and choke another cry, but in vain, the blood began to tint my pants, and that the public seemed to like it, you're already happy, do not want that

began to get nervous, but it was better not to lose roles, if these things can really kill me, yet I dared to ask

-excuse me, I'm not happy, I look for happiness, like any human being, the eternal happiness why do you say .. I'm happy? "the silhouette with a smile crept I drop till her breath brush against my face, try to look behind the mask, but in vain. It seemed as if that really was a ghost

"Friend, your happiness now can not be more total sleep knowing you're after, basically, you do not want more than what you already have

More

I was more nervous, I was intrigued how are you strange silhouettes knew everything about me, and did not even know what to say, just wanted to run, and I did, but the pain in my legs knocked to the ground

High friend, where you going?. ..

Again silhouettes surrounded me, and a new cut pierced my right arm, this time shouting, I could not contain

"No Moose voice both eyes towards the public, or may be scared ... friend, what is your goal?

-Finding love, cupid with an arrow passes through the heart of my beloved and able to hear every day, this time was sure to tell the truth ...

-LIE

!!!!- drilled another cut my other arm, began to be weak, and it cost me about .¡¡¡. even going to kill me! Mourn started putting a fool in front of all staff was watching me, but I did, I felt I could not do anything ... I had no say and clear as the wounds ached

"Please forgive me ... I begged ...-

"No," replied both, if you do not clear your goals, how you intend to follow in this world?

"But .. but if I am telling the truth !!!!- sobs choked my words, I knew that was rolling

-lie, you have a dream to play, we will ask are you happy?

I asked myself before answering, not wanting to receive more damage was it? I started thinking about what I had in my family, my possessions, my friends, and came to me the reason why my heart was still, so I had not given up and the shadows, my life has happened briefly, and Then I remembered my real dream, my ideas about the future, my fate and the fate of those who accompanied me

"If ... I'm happy," I managed to stammer, while the wooden floor of the stage blood filled

-tell the truth-masked shadows then disappeared, and instead a light shone, me out of that dark, dark stage, where my life was in danger, appeared in the audience, the wounds still bleeding , in place of the work that I had played, now acting in great Hamlet, thereby reminding me that famous phrase "to be or not, that is the question" expectant look what was left of work, wondering if what I had happened to me was but a dream, as now appeared in a play full of betrayal, revenge and death ... those masks had become and now were only part of the set, and on stage, Hamlet struggling with his uncle, bent on revenge, regardless of their inevitable death ...

the play ended, the audience applauded, and I did not even know and where I was, I fainted from the pain of wounds, and when I awoke I was in a completely white room, without even knowing, such as leaving there ..

sometimes, you should really think about who you are, before you know say you should think what you want, your goals, even your dreams, because something became clear to me that day, which is that human beings live in dreams and even if I am not human, but still pursuing that goal,

all men and women are actors, a story is with you, and soon the curtain will close

thanks, thanks.

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The station was empty, the train carrying my destiny and I just starting down the stairs, breathless, I decided to lie in the soil was exhausted and still had an hour for a train to come and take me home ..

Suddenly, the station is full, about 50 people looked, talked, played with their heavy luggage, while I looked around trying to find something to be entertaining this time, and I decided to invent stories about people who were there, and if not, at least observe

observed, and what more could be felt in that dark hallway, it was love, memories, and melancholy, Couples embraced, tears of a mother seeing her son contained a suitcase, kisses of love a couple may not be seen again ...

the train arrived, and the look of that old boyfriend who was watching which had previously been reflected this huge train at all, a great time was running out, and a new era was beginning, I also had that feeling more than once, to see a train last march, and the thousands of hope, moments, memories that are not easy to forget

I thought about what would that boyfriend when I got home and found it empty, which would make when he had to sleep alone without any company, and imagine the two in a phone with sweet words like "I can not sleep tonight without you, stay with me" imagine her on the train thinking about that guy who left behind, and looking at their mobile calendar counting the days that you would to see it again thinking of all the moments that had passed, and feeling even close

while invented, a woman approached nervously, wondering about what time the train pass that I expected, I lied to When they nor I knew and I noticed this lady, where would you go? Also would you go back home as I, like every one that we take a train or do I go to see someone important?

People see transport as simple ways of shortening of distances, to me, are a sea of \u200b\u200bmemories, melancholic eyes into a glass, darkly, tears shed on a schedule, bliss when the train is about where you are the person you've been wanting to see much time, smiles that are the windows

and that time step flying, and I also I caught that train, I keep my memories, my smile and my eyes, and my exhausting fatigue, once again.

small "do not remember you, the first time you rode a train, to do something you always wanted? On that train, which sailed from the smiles of your desire, and swallowed back your tears

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