Libertad !!

Me desperté temprano con una rara sensación. La luz del sol todavía no traspasaba las barras de la ventana.
Al y Viernes seguían durmiendo.
A lo lejos comienzo a escuchar una música que me suena conocida:
"Kimba.. Kimba... Quién es el famoso rey del África, África"
Me hizo acordar los tiempos en que en mi infancia en nueva York veía los dibujitos de Kimba the White Lion.
Allí la letra era:
Kimba (Kimba) Kimba (Kimba) Kimba (Kimba) Kimba (Kimba) Who lives down in deepest darkest Africa?
(Africa)
Who's the one who brought the jungle fame?
Who's the king of Animals in Africa?
Kimba the white lion is his name! When we get in trouble and we're in a fight
Who's the one who just won't turn and run?
Who believes in doing good and doing right?
Kimba the white lion is the one! He's the greatest leader, there's no doubt of it.
He's the one we count on night and day.
When there's danger he can get us out of it--
Kimba the white lion leads the way!
Recordaba otra estrofa en castellano:

Kimba lucha siempre sin huir jamás
Kimba el León blanco el paladín

Esas estrofas llegaban cada vez más cerca,
acompañadas de un tronar de cascos.
Desperté a Viernes y le pedí que me hiciera caballito para ver que pasaba afuera.
A las puertas de la prisión había un destacamento internacional de amazonas que, lideradas por la reina Ambar y armadas con poderosas Uzzi, no requerían de la antigua costumbre de cortarse un pecho. Aparentemente todas estaban enteritas.
La guardia echó a correr inmediatamente.
Pero los cerrojos seguían cerrados.
Algo increíble pasó entonces. Viernes se agachó en el piso y comenzó a hacer fuerza. Cuando parecía que iba a defecar, todos los cerrojos de las puertas comenzaron a saltar.
Estábamos libres.
Al que estaba medio dormido preguntaba que estaba pasando.
Yo le pregunté a Viernes :
-Cómo pudiste hacer ésto,? pórque nos dejaste encerrados pudiendo haber salido antes,? Qué es todo este misterio?
Ante mi sorpresa Viernes hablaba perfectamente castellano, y lo que dijo me llenó de asombro.
-Querido nieto El. Soy la reencarnación de tu abuela paterna. Nunca me perdoné haber abandonado a mis hijos a tan tierna edad. Al ver que mis nietos estaban en peligro decidí intervenir. Eres libre y probablemente no me veas más.

-En cuánto al momento de la liberación. Tú no estabas preparado, y tu hermano menos.
Ahora sí estás preparado para ser libre. Olvida tu esclavitud moral y decídete a ser feliz. Ya ví cambios en el post que publicaste sobre Ser Feliz.
Ahora sí estás en condiciones de volver al mundo.
-Y si es la reencarnación de mi abuela? Por qué aparece cómo un hombre?, inquerí incrédulo.
-Querido, yo era humana, y no un ángel. Si hubiera vuelto en mi envase original nos hubiéramos dedicado al fornicio, olvidando mi verdadera misión.
-Suficiente para mí. Vamo´abuela?
-Mejor sígueme llamando Viernes.
Al llegar al exterior. Todas las amazonas estaban ahí.
-Muchas gracias en nombre de todos, reina Ambar. Os debemos nuestra libertad.
-De nada Al. Nuestra misión como dice la canción de Kimba es luchar sin rendirnos jamás. Era una causa justa, y nos la jugamos a por ella.
De reojo ví que Viernes se arrimaba a una negra formidable, y se me ocurrió.
Cancelemos nuestras deudas. Vamos todos para Ibiza!!. Los Warren pagan.
Una exclamación general de alegría llenó la calle.
Y nos fuimos a la neverendingfiesta



Freedom !!

I awoke early with a rare sensation. The light of the sun still did not transfer the bars of the window.
Al And Friday they continued sleeping.
To the distant spot beginning to listen to a music that sounds to me well-known: "Kimba.. Kimba... Qiuen is the famous king of Africa, Africa "
I remembered the times Me in that in my childhood in New York seeing the small drawings of Kimba the white Lion.
There the letter was: Kimba (Kimba) Kimba (Kimba) Kimba (Kimba) Kimba (Kimba)
Who lives down in deepest darkest Africa? (Africa)
Whós the one who brought the jungle fame?
Whós the king of Animals in Africa?
Kimba the white lion is his name!
When we get in trouble and wére in a fight
Whós the one who just won't turn and run?
Who believes in doing good and doing right?
Kimba the white lion is the one!
Hés the greatest to leader, therés not doubt of it.
Hés the one we count on night and day.
When therés to danger there am dog get U.S. out of it
-- Kimba the white lion leads the way!
Estrofa in Castilian remembered another one:

Kimba always fights without never fleeing
Kimba white Leon paladín

Those estrofas arrived more and more close, accompanied of roaring of hoofs.
I woke up to Friday and I requested to him that it made caballito para me see that happened outside.
To the doors of the prison there was an international detachment of amazons whom, led by queen Ambar and powerful Navies with Uzzi, they did not require of the old custom to cut a chest.
Apparently all was enteritas.
The guard threw to run immediately.
But the bolts followed closed.
Something incredible happened then. Friday was crouched in the floor and began to make force. When it seemed that it was going to defecate, all the bolts of the doors began to jump.
We were free.
Al was still slept, and asked that it was happening.

I asked to him Friday: - How you could do ésto, pórque us you left locked up being able to have left before, What is all this mystery?
Before my surprise Friday spoke perfectly Castilian, and what said it filled to me of astonishment.
- Loved grandson I am the reincarnation and your paternal grandmother. I never pardoned myself to have left to my children so tender age. When seeing that my grandsons were in danger I decided to take part.
You are free and probably you do not see more me.
- In how much at the time of the liberation. You were not prepared, and your brother less. Now yes you are prepared to be free. It forgets your moral slavery and decídete to being happy. Already ví changes in post that you published on A Felicidade.
Now yes you can to return to the world.
- and if it is the reincarnation of my grandmother? Why it appears how a man, incredulous inquerí.
- Beloved, I was human, and not an angel. If it had returned in my original package we had dedicated ourselves to the fornicio, forgetting my true mission.
- Sufficient for me. Vamo´abuela?
- Better sígueme calling Friday.
When arriving at the outside. All the amazons were there.
- Thank you very much in name of all, Ambar reigns. We must our freedom to you.
- Of anything Al. Our mission as it says the song of Kimba is to fight without never rendering to us. She was one causes right, and us we played it by her.
Of reojo ví that Friday brought closer a formidable black, and it was happened to me.
Let us cancel our debts. We go all for Ibiza. The Warren pays.
A general exclamación of joy filled the street.
And we went to the neverendingfiesta