He was walking absent-minded n the road, when suddenly he saw it. It was a huge and beautiful mountain of gold. The sun was shinning on it and its surface was sending multicolor highlights which made it look like a spaceship taken from a steven Spielberg's movie.He looked at it for a while hypnotized. "I wonder whose is this"? he tought. He looked around, but he didn't see anyone. Finally, he came close to it and he touched it. It was warm. His fingers felt its softness which was commensurate to its glimpse and beauty. "I want it mine alone" he said to himself. he hugged it and came out of the city. Fascinated he was, he entered the forest and headed to a glade. There, under the evening sun he put the gold carefully onto the grass and sat to marvel it. "It's the first time I've ever had something only for me. Something mine. Mine alone" they both thought at the same time....
When we posess something and we became addict slaves, then who belongs to whom? Who posesses whom?
from the book "Déjame que te cuente" (Let Me Tell You) (2002) by Jorje Bucay
(sorry for the poor translation!)
(sorry for the poor translation!)
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