The Door - La puerta
The Door I watch from above as they wheel the coffin that holds my corpse into the crematorium. Then twenty tongues of flame begin to caress it. My cells scream, begging for it all to stop. They don't know what is about to happen to them. Temperatures climb above a thousand degrees in a matter of seconds. I see my loved ones outside — some crying, others whispering, and one of them with a vacant look, trying to guess where I am. Then something surprising happens. From each of my cells another identical cell detaches, but gradually it turns transparent until it disappears from mortal sight — yet I can see they remain alive. They approach me and take their places until they form my new body. A body light, free of all burden. When everything is over, someone places the ashes in an urn and hands it to my relatives. Wails and emptiness. A door appears, and in the distance a bright light is visible. I don't know what to do. I feel myself drawn toward it, and at the same time fa...