Building A Corrugated Iron Fence

Edgarini

"That's what you think of me. I'm useless.
The old man puts his hands on the desk, a slight tremor accompanying the stiffness of his fingers while trying to hold on to it.
"I never said that, Edgar. But you have to understand that sooner or later it's time to surrender to the obvious.
The young man is sitting in his great chair, pointing towards the old man's hands.
This quickly hides them in the pockets of his jacket worn than old-fashioned.
"That's not the problem. I am still very good and still astonished the public.
-Edgar ... Until Saturday, was the Great Magician Clown Edgarini. But his hands are failing and that my friend, is the end of his tricks.
-Numbers.
"Sorry. Offended. Numbers and no tricks. I know that for you the discipline to convey emotions with sleight of hand is a major art. And if he does behind a red nose, but because of it. Do not think, What is better to leave at the height of a wonderful career, and not fall into the pathetic?
To the astonishment of the young, the elderly bring up his left hand with five red balls just touch the lips of the young, who in his zeal, has risen from his chair to sit on the desk.
- Hopla! Is this pathetic? Just after
to say, his hand trembles scattering balls all over the floor of the office of Ramirez & Ramirez Artists Agents.
Young helps collect the old ball, trying not to lose any bit of pride of man.
-Edgar. Growing up is a big bitch. And nobody wants to accept you as a great artist just yet. Its magic, its power. Everything can fall apart if the age does not allow his soul manifest with that nose and those red balls. Listen, think: Let the great theaters and devote yourself to teaching young talent. Someone may become your best heir.
"Never.
The old man raises his head as far as his aching back allowed. Pick up his felt hat and slams the door on exit.
While lowering the lift is about to mourn. The boy is right. It is a pathetic old man clinging to an ideal: that will die on foot proscenium. But the disease is unrelenting, not even respect its essence.
Since he met Ramon in military service was more than ... How much? Fifty-six years now!
Those two years had to be torture, but to meet this boy son of the circus, he discovered the world of magic.
That was a revelation. A magician was amazing. Ramón only knew four tricks ... numbers, he had stressed, Ramon: The trick is to fool someone numbers are to share with illusion illusion hence the name.
For Edgar, the little pearl of knowledge, it was as infected. He had tasted the magic. And you never desire anything else in life: Being illusionist.
Returning to the city, decided to continue with their work at a plumbing as second officer. But in his spare time looking for someone who could teach him more magic.
He was nearly a year to find somebody to learn, but he made one day almost by accident: The owner of "Smoke and Mirrors", Amalio Estévez.
The old office building goes, it's cold and hardly any people on the street. Decide to go see Amalio and make your last issue: Disappearing from the scene.
From the small shop just selling something. Amalio only used as a museum to his life dedicated to the design and sale of equipment and instruments for the magician.

opened the door and hear the bells, Edgar again feel the same emotion that seized decades ago when he first entered. This would be the last.

"Hello, Edgar. Happens, happens. I'm taking inventory.

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