The myth he wanted, but never
There once was a man with enormous wings who lived in a region Pegasos flying of wonderful powers. Close to the district, was erected on Mount Olympus bright gold, birthplace of the Greek gods and fearsome impregnable, kings of the universe.
One day the man was walking with his friend Bucephalus. Pegasus beautiful ebony eyes back and almost crimson. Both flew over the sky talking pleasantly about unimportant issues, while rosy-fingered Dawn was busy opening the gates of heaven the sun god Helios.
- So he decided to leave, right? - Asked the man with enormous wings.
- Indeed. But that's not good, you know, is not it? - Said Ebony Pegasus, with a bit of boredom in his tone. After all, the issue was of no importance whatsoever to either, they were just talking to talk and break the silences that were generated between them from time to time.
- I know. It's a shame, it was a good fighter ... that guy - his gaze to the ground, wherever the houses and the huge temples, seemed a little demo that was exposed to be observed.
- Yes, but nobody did much to relieve his pain when his family killed, so it is not surprising is no longer consumed by hate and only think of revenge.
- is silly, Bucephalus. You've explained myself several times that nobody can go to hell when he comes in wins. If Charon does not stop you, Cerberus itself, and if he does not, the roads to hell are dangerous and full of traps, will not succeed, "said the man firmly enormous wings, looking with a frown to interlocutor.
- are very pessimistic ... - Bucephalus said, smiling with some irony and sarcasm.
- After all, you're human, what else can we expect from you, eh? - Bucephalus thought to himself, as he dodged a suddenly huge cloud.
Below, the sea was beautiful, with all its colors and shades ready to be observed by the inhabitants of the sky. It had been many years since I had decided to "move" to the vault his friends Pegasus, but the man with enormous wings also missed his fellow humans, especially at times of the year in which they held some kind of holiday, and families gathered around the main square to listen to the wise or to enjoy a bit of theater. After all, it was a human like them, as I stressed every time Bucephalus committed some imprudence, and most of all, her curiosity about many subjects was greedy and voracious. Never completely satisfied with an explanation. It was thanks to them that ended with the Pegasus, with Bucephalus, in heaven.
recalled then, when you read the myth of Icarus. His fascination with history that had no limits, no thought as the young Icarus could get so close to the sun and in consequence die wax wings melt in an instant, and then immortalized in his memory the moment in which he managed to convince Bucephalus Apollo to grant him his large, beautiful wings, which proud. However, the vastness of the sky was never so powerful and amazing as the dense forests, the smell of rock reefs and cliffs, land wet, animals on farms, incense inside temples, wife ... I missed all this while looking at the clouds Bucephalus. Anyway, it was too late, could not reverse the transformation or lose their wings, and less, live like a human again, those were the conditions of Apollo before transforming his bones back to suit their huge wings, and Not that he was disappointed with the decision he had taken, but could not help strangers, after all, was human but had taken to extremes their eagerness and curiosity, and no matter what its true nature would being on Gaia, and his corporeal belonged to the celestial sphere.
gave a last look down and lifted his head again, just in time to avoid an onslaught of Bucephalus from the left-
- Stop thinking of the underdog, friend you know nothing the gods allow men can reverse
- I know, no you have to repeat it.
- Are you sure? - Ebony replied mischievously Pegasus.
- course - defended the man with enormous wings as she put shoulder to shoulder with Bucephalus, instigated a race that the other had blessed .
- Well man, show me what you're done.
And at these words, the two began a race to infinity, the imposing and splendid walking path that pointed to the clouds, to the end.
legends speak of a man after a pegasus that crossed the sky at astronomical speeds, but unlike stories like the Iliad and the Odyssey , the ancient Greeks did not leave any writing thereon at which current scholars, attribute as an attempt to change the tradition that did not been dropped off and forgotten.
Squishy And yes, you are behaving very, too bad, you'll see.
Pd: for the unwary, Muso Squishy is my inspiration, that goes quite lost and inadvertently help to illuminate the mind that I can continue writing. Cúlpenlo him, not me.
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