“I couldn´t notice him! “

When you hold your lamp in the sky, it throws its light on my face and its shadow falls over you. When I hold the lamp of love in my heart its light falls on you and I am left standing behind in the shadow.

Rabindranath T. TAGORE

James had gone to that place on a Friday afternoon. Without knowing where it goes, he had taken the road that would lead him toward the mountains.
Despite the great movement, he seemed to be alone. Just hung on his wheel and the five feet that separated him from the vehicle in front.
Many miles away he took a deflection to the left, where everything seemed dark.
The road got worse, as he enters deep into it, the clay became mud as a result of a recent rain. The car wobbled above the pools, while the falling water accompanied with the plop-plop hitting over the metal of the vehicle.
The wind barely revived from the trees, just a little breeze stirred the branches, preventing them as showed always the same form.
The dim light illuminated the traversed path, hardly able to glimpse some signs that directed towards any particular place or direction. The involved crystals, increased the loss of visibility.
At that time of autumn, coldness begins to feel. Occasionally shiver reminded him his human nature. However, the fixity of his eyes prevented him from seeing anything else outside his field of sight, even that moon that emerge from behind the clouds, making peace between the fights of the trees.

If it were not for that little red light that constantly rotated in itself, would not have realized that in front of him the old bridge was gone. Only the wooden skeleton was hanging over the river.

The show was very bleak: some boards lying on the bank below the river, while others were left hanging as victims of the executioner who had left them in that situation.

He left the car parked, locking the doors, but had to return, cold again he reminded that he had to be protected with a thick sweater that long ago himself had done.

As he neared the forest, he heard the moans of the cats more intensely, probably due to the zeal of a female of this species.

“Bad day chose to party! He muttered sarcastically.

James continued getting inside, back to the path that led him there. He got lost in the forest that surrounded it. Without knowing why, there was something that would not let him go back, he had to keep going. Not even the spines of the gorse that were digging into his skin managed to slow its speed.

He stepped on the land, straight on, without deviating, he seemed to be sure where to go. The wind had increased, the branches of pine and fir furiously crisscrossing, beaten by the wind that prevented them to remain calm.

“This is the mountains! “he said between his teeth.

The cold grew and the thick jersey it could barely cope. He felt like his bones creaked with every movement of his legs to move forward. The skin it seemed to have it like stone, to rub it with the cloth of his pants was the same feeling of passing his hand over the marble. But something kept him from stopping.

The road was widened. Suddenly he found himself with a sort of circle merely defined by vegetation. The stones now were covering the damp earth. They were grayish slabs, of which projected a particularly in the center of that square. He sat up on top it. The sensation of coldness was gone, had stopped raining. Even a clear opened above his head. The trembling moon tryed to flourish in that open window. It shyly lit the space. The loneliness I felt was immense. Nothing else was with him that his feelings and his past. Bitterly remembered all those moments when he felt unhappy.

He saw the image of his mother as he lay on the bed, which for years she had shared with her father. The whiteness of his face, his eyes dull and his lips hurt so much of suffering.

Mother! Why did you do? James groaned.

I knew nobody could hear him. She bitterly wept that useless waste. Margaret, his mother, had sunk into the swamp where he vacationed when he was only thirteen.
The park, which reminded her tenderness, her hands caught it sweet when she cried because street children made fun of his prominent nose. It could cook better than any other mother, never had that doubt. But one day, it was over, he is alone. Only with his father, alone.
The clouded air sprayed her hair. He rubbed his hand on them.
He could never forget the slap that gave him without reason:
Why father, why? now he cried loudly.
James had always been a normal boy until he was nineteen, then he began to develop in a strange power that no one could explain.
Since then, he saw things before they happen. In his mind often flashes passed out of future events. He often rejected, and he apparently blamed his imagination, but then he realized that it really had happened.
One day walking through the neighborhood park he stopped. It went through his mind those anxious visions that presage a terrible event. At the window his sister Catherine crying for help, while flames devoured hungry inside the room where he was. His voice was breaking as in a constant crying he made way through the fire. The neighbors went right up to and using a ladder they could get Catherine out of that hell, but nobody could save her son John, who became a pile of ash without any resembles of a human being. Peter was never a good father, he had never heard the problems of their smal kid:
“Little boy, little boy, how much I love you! ” his father used to said it often.
James was always suspicious of these words. The feeling was empty.

James came right back home. The phone rang. It was his father, Stephen, who told him the brutal news. It was totally depressed. A few minutes ago that Stephen had called, but he knew hours earlier.
Catherine was deprived of a normal life. She locked herself in a room of the house of his father, where she still is. She does not enjoys the world outside, she is only happy in there, where she is surrounded by the photographs of John and murmurs incessantly a song that he often sang to her:
“The moon, plum, dressed in mourning. His father, his mother always …- stuck on this word, then began again.
“The moon, the plum dressed in mourning. His father, his mother… she always got stuck on that part and she started to sing it again while she fell sleep and the swing still swinging her.
James was very impressed the first time he saw Catherine like that. He remembered his relationship when they were small. She was her older sister. When they played they both understood perfectly.
Catherine always had a beautiful blond hair. Margaret, her mother enjoyed each time she comb her hair, as he said:
My daughter, the only good thing you get from your father is the blond hair!
The full moon lit the square. The ends of the stones with the sun projected a sharp light. It seemed that it would not rain and the clouds were gone.

Part of the moisture, the fog spread out everywhere. The tips of the trees seemed to dance immersed in the ocean. Before him was a tree that had lost their leaves, the cotton mist covered his naked figure.
Robert had been a great friend. Together they run away from the city to go camping. They took the tent and climbed the mountain. They loved the Source of the Hand, it was a wonderful place where it seemed that the world was over.
“It’s our paradise! – They liked to call it like that. There was a lot of grass, crowned by many clubs who helped raise the profile of the soil. The butterflies in spring, fluttered over the little hill, giving color to the show, beside a large rock there was a source that it flowed a considerable stream, that in years of heavy rain, piercing a pond, and water sprayed the grass over that grew around. Above the rock an old oak tree it gave its name to the source. It has five major branches that spread a thick trunk. It was sparsely populated in leaves, which tended to emphasize its so special.
In that place time never passed. Listen to the birdsong in the morning was one of the things he liked more as observing with binoculars.
Both had been very close, especially in the years of adolescence.
-nothing can separate us! “they swore to the starlight.
“James you think we are different than the other people? Robert asked worried.
I do not believe Robert. You mean because we are always camping? James asked confused.
“Yes, that’s why I say it. I do not understand why people do not enjoy a place like this. Since we have been we have not seen anyone! – “said Robert.
I had always enjoyed the friendship of Robert. He was a boy born on the same year as him. They were colleagues since sixth grade, at school. It was a little overweight, with a voluminous belly, a source of laughter for the street children. But his heart was very big. He loved everything that one could love and curiously he watched all the little details of the behavior of each person and then judges, and always ended up apologizing for the defects of the boy or the girl examined.
This happiness was lost four years ago. Robert and James were in the Fountain of the Hand. They looked, as usual, the stars of heaven.

Due to the convenience of the position, James could not resist the temptation to close his eyes and fall asleep. The warm wind passing over their bodies.

He began to have some kind of dream. I saw Robert turned to the source. It was night. The trees were moving smoothly. He saw the source, but Robert was gone. The water shone with a different color. He seemed to be afraid and it had a red hue that looked like blood mixed with water.

Suddenly he woke up. Robert was not aside him. He ran to the Source. A terrible feeling ran through his body. Upon arrival, closed his eyes. He could not believe what was before him. Robert lay on the floor with his head in the water. He grab it quickly, but it was too late. He had died, his great heart would not beat anymore. He had his head beaten in the pool after slipping in the wet grass on the ground.

He went down quickly to the nearest town. It was about four kilometers. He got up into the Guard car and took the body.

James was completely dejected. Three deaths near his life in such a short time were excessive, especially when he had heard of them before.

Silence reigned. Only a small insect ventured out of hiding to get something to eat. He was very tired. It also bothered him think. For a moment let your mind blank. He could not endure so long. Came to mind images you did not know. A wooden bridge was over a ravine. The wind carried it from one end to another but nevertheless looked strong. A car passed over him, was a motorcycle, no. I do not see it. It seemed more like a car. The images were blurred and confused the picture. In the middle of the bridge, the car was sinking in the middle, splitting in two the bridge. The vehicle crashed into the ravine.

He opened his eyes shut. Would it be another bad feeling. Mad with rage, he left that place. He could not run more, its feet in the icy night, faced with the stones of the road, sometimes it causes him an excruciating pain.

Who would be the latest victim of his insights and can it warn?

These were questions that haunted him through his head. It would try to warn them to stop such horrible things to happen.

The car arrived. The keys were in the lock. He had forgotten to remove them. He started the car, a nice song out of the radio:

“Do not take it James, I expected! I do not know what to do without you, it sang a female voice.

“Do not take James, I hope! my life is nothing without you. It continued to beat the blues.

James was somewhat reassured. He thought of reaching the city as soon as he could. “How strange! – Exclaimed.

“This bridge was cut, had a red light so announced.

These workers of the Ministry surprise us every day, in two hours they would have fix the bridge.

He decided to pass over him, was the shortest route.

The song was playing on the radio:

“Do not take James, I hope! You have to be very close to me.

He start to cross the bridge, creaking timbers, probably due to rain. The speed was reduced. He never liked driving careless.

Suddenly he had the feeling of losing control of the vehicle, the car plunged helplessly into the river. Finally the bridge broke up and the vehicle plunged James to the rocks, causing a deep crack, and afterwards a fire that took his live.

“I couldn´t notice him! “were his last words.