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I entered the tiny blue balloons, I went directly to a person I was looking at hiding in the darkness of night and entered in his eyes. To the bottom of your pupil. The impact was so strong that perished. But not in vain: I could convey in that moment of agony, my energy, my knowledge, my background and my history.
Maybe that was the mission and the reason for my life. A fleeting life "knife edge" between the corpuscle and energy. A photon whose mission was to carry a coded message from his father, Arturo, a remote border of this infinite universe.
Thus, the beings who inhabit this globe Blue, will know that Arthur is still there, active. Can infer its mass, radius, luminosity, temperature, speed ... And to his age!
Now I know that these people have qualified for my father among the brightest stars in the night sky. And that, many years ago, their ancestors joined several stars with Arturo imagination to form a constellation, which they named "The Herdsman" and developed mythological stories about his place in heaven.
From here on Blue Balloon, these people locate the star Arcturus in the sky extending imagination a couple of times the "arm" of a constellation easily recognized and he was given the name "Bear."
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And there, high up, my father watches
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