The Accountant Angels

Talking about Angels and Heaven, I clearly recall that when I was but a child… I liked to imagine Heaven with its respective Angels


Los ángeles de Las Lajas Ipiales, Nariño, Colombia
The Angels at Las Lajas           Ipiales, Nariño, Colombia

While we, the humble, sinful mortals, would be held on trial for every single moment of our fragile life, each one of us in particular. Nonetheless, we all would potentially deserve, or not, that grand prize, the ultimate goal, that much-coveted immense carrot, the same one that is permanently just a bit out of our grasp: the prize of the Eternal Salvation.

The Angels at Las Lajas           Ipiales, Nariño, Colombia
The Angels at Las Lajas           Ipiales, Nariño, Colombia

I imagined those millions of Accountant Angels, everywhere, and every conceivable place, at the same time, untiringly active, inside those paradisaical and majestic towers of heavenly offices.

Each single one of them, attired in a shiny white tunic and without a body below the waist. Lacking their inferior extremities, namely their legs and feet, I visualized them swiftly floating, and busily drifting, in and out of the offices, and of course, crowned with a halo of white light, delicately suspended above their angelic little heads.

The Angels at Las Lajas           Ipiales, Nariño, Colombia
The Angels at Las Lajas           Ipiales, Nariño, Colombia

These splendid beings of light, manifested themselves radiant and beaming… For they were scattered in the reign of The Eternal. They lived a happy and carefree immortal life, completely beyond of Good and Evil. Thus, each Angel would perpetually be monitoring their endless video screens, undyingly attentive, with that clarity and pureness, only achieved when one lacks the gift of a navel.

<em><strong>The Angels at Las Lajas</strong>           Ipiales, Nariño, Colombia</em>
The Angels at Las Lajas           Ipiales, Nariño, Colombia

 

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A vision of heaven

Talking about Angels and Heaven, I clearly recall that when I was but a child… I liked to imagine Heaven with its respective Angels


Cúpula Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
The church tower           Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

Back then, I had my own proper vision of that heaven promised to me, at the moment, by Father Juan. I envisioned it, as if it were an immense and grandiose set of high rises or perhaps impressive, monumental skyscrapers.

El regreso Tarabuco, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
On the way home          Tarabuco, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

In my childish and naïve vision, the infinitely tall buildings, with a splendid and remarkable breath and amplitude, absolutely devoid on inner divisions, would constitute of never-ending, interminable spaces in the midst of the coveted Paradise’s vastness.

Certainly, it could be understood as an administrative centre of the most massive dimensions conceivable, unfolding majestically into the infinitive. Endless, this evangelical site was overwhelmed with small and uncountable spherical offices that extended in all the possible and imaginable directions.

Campanario Sucre Chuquisaca, Sucre, Bolivia
The church tower           Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

Each of these celestial workstations would be equipped with a multitude of video monitors. They simply added up to billions of trillions… uncountable video panels. The video monitors would be stacked interminably upwards and towards the sides, and these would be constantly utilized to observe in a continuous fashion, without rest nor interruption, the actions of all of us: the mortals, those still held relentlessly under doubt… until proven otherwise.

An indescribable labour, to scrutinize us all… the dwellers of down below. Those who forever and for all Eternity would find ourselves watched.

Campiña boliviana Carretera Sucre a Tarabuco, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
Bolivian countryside           Highway Sucre to Tarabuco, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

 

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Family reunion

Basílica de San Francisco Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
Saint Francisco Basilica           Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

That “many were wrong… is a respite for fools”, so it’s said on the streets. And motivated by some unknown reason that slumbers in the deep reaches of my soul, as it lies sadly numb and dazed by the overwhelming heat, these popular aphorisms continue to pop into my mind. The strangest thing I find about this situation, is that because of their simplicity, these concentrated capsules of wisdom invariably captivate and spark my imagination.

La colina Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

The hill           Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia


Actually, I find this family get-together quite comforting. Here, in this very spot, we gather all together again, and for one more additional occasion. Finally, we have come together one more time and in our own hometown. We have all arrived from different places, some distant and far away and others not really so much.

Los colores de nuestra sangre
Cover          The colours of our blood

Here, in Sucre City, each of us opened our eyes to the world for the first time, and what’s more, this is where our combined story began. And who could tell if this family reunion has simply happened randomly just by haphazard chance, or perhaps, it was a definite matter of Fate.


Calle Nicolas Ortiz, Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
Nicolas Ortiz Street           Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

 

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In hot lands

The heat has precisely reached an extreme point; to the moment which this anti-climate becomes an absolute, or rather, it turns into a matter that could well be said as: the truly unbearable and totally intolerable.


La fuente ciudad de México, CDMX, México
The fountain           Mexico City, CDMX, Mexico

Not even this morning, as I hopped on the plane at Cochabamba City’s airport, did I run into this kind of heat. And in Cochabamba, we really can´t complain about cold weather, no sir! Yet, simply put, over there, you’ll never feel a damn, infernal scorcher like today’s sweltering heat, here in Sucre.

Auditorio Nacional ciudad de México, CDMX, México
National Auditorium           Mexico City, CDMX, Mexico

Well, this is understood only by those of us that live here, in these faraway reaches, found so far to the south of the continent. Normally and on a typical day, this hot weather is commonly found in cities like Cochabamba and Santa Cruz. These cities are from relatively lowlands, especially if you compare them to the elevated highlands so characteristic of this country.

La bandera ciudad de México, CDMX, México
The flag           Mexico City,CDMX, Mexico

Still, I would have never dreamed that this tremendous, suffocating, inhospitable hot weather would be expecting me. here in Sucre. Apparently, nobody warned the former Bolivian Capital, also known as the City of Eternal Spring, in time for it to chip in and cough up a batch of its famous and traditional beautiful weather.

Los colores de nuestra sangre
Cover          The colours of our blood (Spanish)

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