Guided by the uncertain directions out in an old map, finally reached the treasure cave. Only then gave credence to what that drunken pirate tell him to change a few drinks in a bar with no name.
Lit torches, thirsty for gold, and began to open chests, jars break, to tear bags.
Powder. Just dust.
Disappointed, kicked and cursed until he was surrendered to the ground. It was then noticed that dented and dusty lamp lying next to him. Slowly, with a question in the gesture, lifted and gently stirred. And the lamp light ... left his genius.
stayed there, dread, and evaluated, allowing the scare was allowed to both of the body. Then, with the voice of tune by the lack of custom, the genius was to the point:
"I grant a wish.
- One? He asked in frustration, the thief - what ... what the hell happened to the other two?
"Excuse me, my Lord, ... other two ... what.
-Hmmm ... forget it, okay. A wish ... a wish.
closed his eyes, concentrate, and spent his life in pictures in his mind. His escapades as a petty thief market when I was a kid ragged and unkempt. Their daring adventures in search of fame and riches. The joy and excitement when fortune favored him, luxuries passengers, good food, young harlots of his favorite brothel and the sudden return to ruin, cold nights, the hungry wolf ... the thirst for new adventures. Then imagined a life of leisure in which desired all materialized in his hands if by magic. A life without pain, trouble, trouble or needs ... a life without risks, not unattainable dreams, no desires impossible ... without an uncertain future.
Then he opened his eyes and out of a trance, with an assurance of a prince, told the genius
-Clean
me this meeting.
- What?
"I do not remember ever met you.
"I can grant you what you want ... anything ... and what" It "is what you ask? ...
"I have heard. My desire is to forget all this. To you, this cave ...
"Damn advenedizos whispered to each other genius, and clapping his hands held the spell. Time seemed to stop for a moment and swept the young mild vertigo.
"Granted," he said then.
- What? Confusing the thief replied wincing scared.
"That's it.
-That it is ... what? Are you talking to me?
"And ... who else?
- Sorry, but ... do we know?
They looked puzzled for an embarrassing moment. The Genius felt ridiculous and cursing their luck again, without more, disappeared.
The thief, bewildered, he gathered his belongings and left the cave as a soul by the devil. Only when he felt the cool breeze of the desert night in the lungs and the sand still warm beneath your feet, stopped running and with a sudden and deep contentment in the heart, he headed to the village felt a wild desire to visit a brothel .
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