From teeny had a natural inclination to live that startled his parents and school authorities baffled. Learned hungry castaway and always got better grades, but compadrear the worst of each class, also learning in the school of life. "I do not know what to do with it. Participates in all the bustles and if a fault is because a larger leads or is plotting some egregious blunder. This boy seems to be always on time running out. "" he said one day the teacher to his mother, who was unable to ascertain its simplicity, among so many learned words, whether it was worthy of praise or punishment. To avoid mistakes the kid fell to the cogotazo and then kisses him out of school and put it on acolyte entrusting their education and care in old parish priest.
Amador took this new world of taxes and hypocrisies unspeakable mysteries with the same good humor with which to study at the time the multiplication tables, and devoured the Scriptures with the same passion with which he read secretly Copernicus or Poe. Anselmo's father tried for years to put him into line and get a stick those insulting to live. Stoically endured this beardless indomitable will inadvertently defeated in theological debates that made stagger their faith, until a Wednesday Ash is picked up with the priest was blasphemy gasping as he felt recoil than ever the devil's breath on your face:
-God is not in the church, Father. God is in life. I picture him more in the taverns meantime wax doll.
After that never again set foot in a church. We sponsored the Graduate Villuelas, pharmacist, veterinarian and communist equally, with whom he learned the rudiments of healing and studied in depth the complete works Karl Marx and Frederick Engels. Accompanying the doctor, knew the best estates and more modest suburbs, and eventually the neighbors began to claim their tips as to the difficult delivery of a cow to mediate the fair share of an inheritance. He opened a small school where she taught reading and writing to boys in them astray while planting the seeds of concern for life. He was imprisoned when the miners' strike and led the rebuilding of the town when the big flood came. He sang with his guitar at every wedding and was able to give comfort at funerals. Playing dominoes with Sergeant Menéndez but never shut up his opinion: "after of priests, are you the worst invention of mankind. Would not have wars without armies. It's that simple, my dear friend ". He knew all my heart out on the town and only one partner. Never felt alone or together too and the only disease that never came to understand was the boredom.
"Life is a gift that we should not look for ways and reasons. A life you have to thank all accept the mysteries and make love without asking "he said to anyone who would listen.
In his darkest moments, in times of great punishment, he could be found in taverns paying rounds of rum and inviting all parishioners to provide him with sadness. "If it hurts is that we're alive!" Proclaimed between drinks embracing equal to that drunken whores.
The day he buried his mother heard him say "I need to see more of the world" and that night went with a clean change and two loaves under his arm, leaving the people something like an orphan. Without him as the seasons passed toes and up the whores seem sadder. Took twelve years to return, and became stronger, as more young and quiet, as if time had walked back in his journey. He wore tattoos scrawled arms and hands with a big-eyed gypsy who read minds and guessed the hidden desires. She was his constant companion until a moonless night, following the lead of the aspirations of Gypsy northerly winds that moved in their most intimate areas, left the village forever on the road that led into the woods.
The next day, Amador looked and found people mired in a dull routine that covered everything as an ancient patina. Gathered the men who taught to read while still a rowdy brats tousled bangs, he scolded them for their lack of spirit, and together they all painted white walls and planted trees in avenues, giving the people again that vital momentum Amador was always with his footsteps wherever he led.
One August afternoon someone asked "So what ... how is the world?". "Incomprehensible" replied - "is full of moments" .
has the story in the end, when death came to touch his chest with his finger, which is like death, life takes you, he grabbed her around the waist and made love in her bed. They say that just before he died, Amador planted in the womb of death the seed of life.
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