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Hoy he soñado con Dios y no tenía barba, moreno con a la izquierda la raya y unos vaqueros azules llevaba, elásticos, de pitillo y conocida marca, era alto aunque no de gran talla, delgado, amable y con talento, esto último le sobraba. En su mano unas llaves, quizás las de su casa, me ha caído bien ¿qué te esperabas?, nunca juzgo un libro ni siquiera por su portada. Parecía un tipo justo, como debe de ser, al parecer creyente, creía en sí mismo y eso es de inteligentes, le tuteé yo muy valiente, cuéntame señor si es que me lo consientes, ¿es difícil ser Dios? Y él con la cabeza me asiente. Le tenía que preguntar si lo que se dice es verdad, ¿Hay vida después de esta barbaridad? No me quiso contestar, quizá es una cuestión de respuestas a nuestros tiempo final, ¿Te consideras justo? Pregunté yendo al grano, sin idioteces y él me contestó que hemos de ser nuestros propios jueces, Me despedí con un deseo, afuera gilipolleces. Si esto que he vivido es la vida, yo quiero vivir dos veces.
Se esfumó como los sueños se esfuman, pero era alto, no tenia barba y en las manos unas llaves, quizá las de tu casa
Today I dreamt of God and he didn't have a beard, he was dark with a part one on the left and he wore blue jeans, elastic, skinny and well known brand, he was tall although not of great stature, slim, kind and talented, the latter was more than enough. In his hand were some keys, maybe his house keys, I liked him, what did you expect?, I never judge a book even by its cover. He seemed like a fair guy, as he should be, apparently a believer, he believed in himself and that's smart, I addressed him very bravely, tell me sir if you allow me to, is it hard to be God? And he nodded his head and nodded at me. I had to ask him if what is said is true, is there life after this barbarity? He didn't want to answer me, maybe it's a question of answers to our end time, do you consider yourself fair? I asked to the point, no bullshit, and he replied that we have to be our own judges, I said goodbye with a wish, no bullshit. If this is the life I've lived, I want to live twice.
He vanished like dreams vanish, but he was tall, he had no beard and in his hands were some keys, maybe the keys to your house.