Cuatro.

There was a boy who lived in a room with four walls.

It was an immense room and it was of such nature that going up seemed that you were going down and when going down it seemed that you where up.

In this room there was all class of things; Strange and mysterious things, wonderful and beautiful things, as well as dark ineffable nightmares.

The boy had never seen the whole room, but he imagined it and that was sufficient to him.

Although often curiosity and boredom would take him to walk and walk, here and there on his immense room.

From time to time some strange beings visited him; sometimes they were friendly, sometimes not as much.

But nothing ever lingered. In the end everything was a memory, everything resonated like the echo of the past.

Time passed and the years went by.

The boy became old but he continued being a boy in his heart, and continued walking here and there.

Everything started to feel the same and the immense room seemed rather small.

But one day the boy met a small stranger of long hair and beautiful eyes.

The young person approached him and asked the boy:

"Do you want to play with me?" and the boy having nothing better to do said:

Yes. And they played all day many days and whole nights.

It seemed that time no longer existed if it ever did.

Strange she was, this being of long hair.

But still more strange it was that she just would not go away.

That she had not been lost in the memories of the boy, here she was following him and always wanting to play. 

One day the boy asked to her: What is the propose of this? Why are we here? And she responded: I don’t know those things but I know what I like and I like to play with you and you?

And the boy said smiling: So do I.