Chapter 24: Augusto’s guideAugusto suddenly found himself walking through a door leading to a beautiful place.
"Is this the reason why my mother and my grandmother insisted to go to bed early?"
The place was beautiful and seemed to be bathed in sunshine. A circular pergola was in front of him and his curiosity made him go there.
In the middle was an easel with a blank canvas, ready to be used. He continued his inspection and found a corner with various musical instruments.
He smiled to himself, the place seemed to be created for him because contained everything that motivated him.
Suddenly he felt someone was watching him.
The man sitting there smiled slightly and, for some reason, Augusto felt he knew him. The person stood up as he began walking.
"I knew you could do it." He said hugging him tightly.
Augusto returned the embrace with the same impetus; his guide was in the flesh before him, someone who had been his company since his teen years, a person who he considered like a brother.
"See what you did?"
Augusto narrowed his eyes trying to interpret what the guide was saying.
"I don’t understand, Artie. What have I done?"
"Oh Mother Nature, I hate that nickname."
Augusto concealed the laughter caused by Artie’s indignation and decided to observe the beautiful works of art.
"This place is full of beautiful paintings."
"It is, to this I mean if you see what you've done, you've given me back my art in all its expressions. Thanks to that you have met all your requirements Mother Nature has given me back my Creative Corner. "
"From here you can see everything. These benches that I used to sit for inspiration has the best view of the whole place, I can see my favorite paintings, my easel and my beloved instruments. "
"It's really a beautiful place."
"And now it's yours, too."
"I am honored that you want to share this with me."
"It's the least I can do; Guide and Wisdom also share their places with their protected."
"The color is so vivid."
"You know that I also represent the sun, so these are the colors that predominate here. Come, we get closer to the instruments, it’s been a while since I have a good band mate, my brothers are interested in other arts. "
"Artie ... Are you comfortable there among the branches of the tree?"
"Mmm no, I better change of instrument."
This is a guide that is glad to receive his reward.
From the position where he was sitting, Augusto could see a corner from which he had not noticed before.
"What is it that I can’t distinguish from here?
"Ohh is my source of prophecy. Do you want to see it? Before everything happened it was also where my muses used to live. "
"It has a different energy to the rest." Augusto said breathing deeply.
"It’s true. It has to be so I can concentrate and receive prophecies. Do you see the flower in the center of the fountain? "
"Yes, it's a little strange."
"That's where I do the readings to predict the future."
"For real? Can you see any right now? "
"Let's see ... Let me focus."
"Yes, I see how I win in a contest with you to hold the gaze without blinking."
"Let's try it, then."
A few minutes later…
"You blinked!" Exclaimed Augusto cheerfully.
Artie grumbled.
"It wasn’t a very good prophecy."
“Oh Well, I’m a little rusty.”
"You have to understand that since Mother Nature took my corner I couldn’t make prophecies, but now I have my source back and I’ll be able to practice again."
Suddenly, Augusto felt a small tug on his body.
"I think your earthly body is awakening. Come, I'll walk you to the door. "
"I don’t want to go yet."
"Don’t worry, this place will always be open to you, now that you're immortal you have access while asleep. I hope your visit soon, we could go out and meet some nice girls. "
"Artie ...." Augusto said shaking his head.
"Oh right, you have a beautiful wife at home. I don’t know how I have forgotten, with all the time that my sister spent on reminding me you got an epic love story. But I don't have one, so now that I've done my duty I can devote myself to my other passion, give love to the female population, and some male too."
Augusto rolled his eyes.
Too much orange