Story not to mourn. The unkown.

"I would like to see them. They say they are like us, but it is hard to believe, because..."

If I could express  my weariness in front of so many machines, they would burn me alive in the town square.

Rather complicated task because there isn't town  nor square.

Besides I believe  that there are people  who can  prevent one  from being burnt.

Or perhaps there are laws. Who knows...

They tell us that in the old times  there were places where these things were taught.

It's true , they told me in the lodge that in those sites it was possible  to choose what one wanted to learn.

I don't  believe it.  At most  they would  let you to pick  a hint -perhaps  a yellow pansy* - . I'd like that.

How was all before? It is said that there were towns and squares.

And people  who could go to and fro ...

Now that I manage to think,  I don't  know how I can be writing this.

It must be an effect of the visit  they  made me a few minutes ago.
They may want to reveal us something, as always ... I would like to see them.

They say  they are like us, but it is hard to believe, because nous sommes * * all different.

I think  they might be like "Three"***, he is round and orange.

Besides not all of us can write on the  machine ("Three", for example, is not able).

Some of us  have to concentrate hard, after we are visited, and then the letters begin to appear in the screen.
But although we are all  different, when we write we all do it in the same way...Someone has managed to change the font colour, but nobody the format.

Just now I remember where I live, but I  know too that afterwards  I'll forget it.

I remember as well where I spend my days, separating the chaff  from the wheat, in those  large boxes.

I can't remember, however, how long ago do I exist...  perhaps  I have  existed  always  .

We met with "Three" at the lodge, where we find us  suddenly, without knowing  how. We are five (now I know).

But in  the meeting we don't know. We see diverse shapes, with whom  we can communicate in different ways but nothing else ...

And they come and tell us about the city, about how was the former era ...

We cannot see them. We don't  know why they tell us  so many things.

Also, we don’t  remember what they say until we start to write.

Sometimes "Three" and I  can talk a little, but rarely.

When I have finished  writing, this screen will disappear.

I don't know if it is removed for ever, maybe someone recovers and reads it. I never can, not even "Three" ...

Soon I'll stop writing and  separating the wheat from the chaff, I will be happy again ... 

                                             Arelisa Beatriz Romero

"And they come and relate us about the city, about how was the former era ..."

Notes for the english version:
* In this text there is  a wordplay with the word Pensamiento  , which may be referred in Spanish indistinctly to a flower : pansy, or to a thought, from verb to think. 
**nous sommes in french : we are.

***The name of a character in this story is "Three." Quotes have been placed in this name to be identified as such. Here is a wordplay. 

Story published with the signature of Arelisa Suoboda, in april 1999, number 19th. of Ciencias Milenarias, Editorial Ediser, - . www.croattodesign.com.ar . Protected by   copyright. 

The paintings "Me gustaría verlos..." (I would like to see them) and  "...cómo era la Era de antes..."(how was the former Era ) were not part of the original edition. They are protected by copyright and cannot be reproduced in whole or in part without the permission of the paintress.