El sol de los venados

Abstract

"One afternoon, in that place that I now visit only in my dreams, the sun seemed To catch fire, the clouds were walking through violet, orange, pink and yellow tones; Over the mountains fell the reflection of that ephemeral sun that I wanted at that moment to be eternal. My curious mind of a 6-year-old boy wanting to know everything, he could not stand it and asked Immediately: Mommy, if the sky is blue; Why does it turn red? She, in her wisdom as a young mother, told me: "Her grandmother Florinda, said that that was the sun of the deer "; Without further comment, his response captivated me and generated in me a sense of tranquility, amazement and an unexplainable curiosity that will be reserved over time to see beyond the sky , Rediscover memories, and give value to those moments that have already gone away "-Odair Guapacha.