Message to the earthlings

By : Ernesto Pantaleón Medina / Television Camagüey

To you that the same as I inhabit this ball species more than ever today risk of flying in pieces, I direct these lines.

I wanted to call you partner, because not another thing is who face for millions of years the same luck, we breathe the same air and we drink the same water, that gas and that liquid that will be scare earlier than takes if the things continue like go, and that we need all equally, let us be or not white, black, Chinese, Muslims, Catholic, Jews.

But do I fear that the word bother , because maybe hurts a culture of differences that have inculcated us to many, an accumulation of intransigences, intolerances and of racism with which irrationally are adorned? some blond civilizations and of blue eyes.

To you that perhaps has closed (and still closing) na that another door, wanted to propose an imagination exercise, anything difficult neither disheveled in the times that run… of agreement? There we go.

… the world (what is) one day after the last bomb.

A person, almost a shade, crawls among the brashes, the ashes and the smoke, breathing through a mask, to avoid that the polluted air roasts him the lungs… poisonous vapors spring from the old sources of water.

In the distance, like a shade, something appears similar to a refuge, and the hope, a light one arises calls that titila in the bottom of its conscience.

It comes closer with great difficulty, and almost without forces checks that indeed it is a refuge; the delicate one calls cheers up and a wave of encouragement goes up from doesn't know where and heats him the heart, while the circulation accelerates.

With a last energy rest it hits the door, metallic, reinforced, safe against everything, and the noise spreads for the somber moor as the same death.

A, two, three times repeats the touch…

Suddenly, it is half-opened kind of a peephole and a rough, hoarse voice, empty of all feeling penetrates like a lance of ice in its reason, to kill the last vestiges of will and of hope.

¨ doesn't care who are, leave, you are not of ours ¨!

End of the imagination exercise; now What do you think?