ASESINO EN SERIE

ASESINO EN SERIE

Recojo el revólver de la cama.
¿Que si está cargado? Con todas las balas.
¿Que si lo he usado? Con todas las fuerzas.
Nunca anda vacío porque quien carga un arma
carga la vida pendiendo de ella;
porque quien saca un arma, debe disparar.
Para entonces era un niño y me dieron la primera;
me dijeron que debía sostenerla con una mano
para que la otra se mantuviera descansada.
Desde pequeño me acostumbré a matar:
he matado el tiempo y el aburrimiento,
he matado villanos y a inocentes,
me he matado a mí mismo tantas veces,
tantas como he resucitado nuevamente.
He ido a pelear al Oriente,
me he enfrentado a sultanes, emires y talibanes.
He estado en las grandes batallas de todos los imperios,
en las grandes conquistas y en las tristes masacres.
Mi arma me da licencia
para entrar al pasado, ir al futuro o explorar el presente.
Soy un asesino en serie,
acabo con la historia de alguien en minutos y vuelvo por otros
porque no me canso,
porque una de mis manos siempre está descansada.
Me gusta el revólver con que mancho mis manos,
al que en este momento tiro en la cama, humeante,
porque lo he terminado de vaciar.
¿Que a quién he asesinado esta vez?
pues, a mí mismo, a mi oscuridad
porque al leer un libro eres un pistolero
que mata lo malo que pende de ti;
eres el aventurero, el charlatán, el malo de la película;
eres el Sherlock Holmes, el Amadís de Gaula;
eres uno y todos a la vez
porque el libro es un arma de filos infinitos
en el que mueres y matas por necesidad.

SERIAL KILLER

I pick up the revolver from the bed.
Is it loaded? With all the bullets.
Have I used it? With all my strength.
It is never empty because whoever carries a gun
carries his life hanging from it;
because he who draws a gun, must shoot.
By then I was a kid and they gave me my first one;
I was told that I had to hold it with one hand
so that the other would be kept at rest.
Since I was a little boy I got used to killing:
I have killed time and boredom,
I have killed villains and innocents,
I have killed myself so many times,
as many times as I have risen again.
I have gone to fight in the East,
I have faced sultans, emirs and Taliban.
I have been in the great battles of all empires,
in the great conquests and in the sad massacres.
My weapon gives me license
to enter the past, go to the future or explore the present.
I am a serial killer,
I finish someone's story in minutes and I come back for others
because I don't get tired,
because one of my hands is always at rest.
I like the revolver with which I stain my hands,
which at this moment I throw on the bed, smoking,
because I've finished emptying it.
Who have I murdered this time?
Well, myself, my darkness
because when you read a book you are a gunslinger
who kills the evil that hovers over you;
you are the adventurer, the charlatan, the bad guy in the movie;
you are the Sherlock Holmes, the Amadis de Gaula;
you are one and all at the same time
because the book is a weapon with an infinite number of edges
in which you die and kill by necessity.