For months I dedicated myself to follow it, to observe. I studied his every move, their habits, I memorized your schedule. She was beautiful and different from before it. He looked so sad, so lonely, I thought it would make a favor to capture it and take it with me. Their wings and feathers shining like fine lint, swayed while flying near me. I spent sleepless nights to assemble a safer strategy to take me to hunt. I designed and built the trap taking care of every detail. Place meat and sat down to wait. She planned, approached, looked askance at the device, then away, shy, but invested with a dignity that made me want her more. It took one, two, three weeks that I spent all my time to capture. On Saturday, the fourth week, she moved closer to the trap. He landed on it and after a hesitation, fell. It was mine at last.
I took her to my house, and placed in a cage large and well painted. What he had wanted, now living with me. I fed her and cleaned daily. He turned each of its cravings. The adored. My friends began to murmur that was chique too, who did not pay much attention. And leave that fucking bird. I ignored them, I thought I envied. I walked away from them and their advice. She grew. It looked more and more healthy and more alive. The time came that my words could only refer to it, my ears just heard their chirping and my eyes are not spent on anything but admire its smooth lines, clean, disturbing.
A sunny Sunday, I woke up sick. I had nausea, fever and rashes on the body. I panicked and called the doctor, who came to see me and after careful consideration, I ordered some tests. I had always been a very healthy man. The test results arrived. The doctor looked at me worried, almost with pity when he read this paper. You very rare disease in humans. It is produced by a microorganism that lives only in animals. Damage occurs deep in the central nervous system and immunity. In the early stages, the patient suffers from the symptoms you've had so far. In the second stage, suffering from memory loss, feelings of anxiety, palpitations, chest tightness. In the third, often arise as a complication and infection after the virus attacks the motor neurons to cause an irreversible loss of reason, blindness, deafness and eventually death, affecting the autonomous movements of the heart and lungs.
I swallow, breathe deep, bitter mouth, the heart becomes gum. But then, is not curable? Am I gonna die? We can try an experimental aggressive treatment with antibiotics, but I can not lie, Alberto, the odds of success are slim. In truth this is a very rare case in humans. I cried in the office, as only I know it. I decided to start treatment immediately. My world became injections in the morning, pills every hour, ointments and powders for the sores that had formed all over my body. I became a living pustule. In the front left me a hard bump that were calcifying. The skin on my hands became dry, leathery and my fingers together in a bloody mass-like claw. I do not hurt so much what was happening to me as the fact that no deal with my pet. 
One afternoon in which the doctor went to check, I asked: what is it that you have in the cage in the garden? It is my pet. Get rid of it. Why? You can not have pets at home, you know that your illness comes from them. It is likely that bird you have caught the virus and do not want to have the danger of reinfection. I think not. She is very clean. Well I have fished the bug from my cat or my dog. No, that is not possible, the virus that attacked you live only in birds. I did not want to part with it. It was the only thing that gave me joy in my disease. But the doctor was blunt: "No pets, Alberto."
asked my friends and acquaintances when I came to visit, who wanted to stay with her for a while. I was hoping to heal, could recover it. Nobody wanted to take care of even temporarily. The doctor, on his next visit, I recalled his ban and a night I had to let go. I watched confused, so much pain that overwhelmed me. I apologized and after stroking a long time, I opened the cage to see rise in the dark. Now I really felt alone. In the days after the treatment began to show results. My wounds began to close slowly, my hands returned to their normal form and the bump on his forehead began to smooth out until only two slight scars and I still have itchy when I exercise. At four months, the doctor released me.
celebrate with a gathering of friends. Lorraine, a friend who is a researcher in pre-Hispanic mythology, approached me and gave me a yellow envelope. Read it when you have time. Do not mock me. When everybody left, I opened the envelope and found a photocopy of an ancient codex with an illustration of a bird much like my lost pet, who was the following:
"Huitzipin ayoztli. netzal mythology Ave. According to legend, was born of forbidden love between the chameleon and the dove. The netzales believed it represented the punishment of obsession and stubbornness, for violating the natural order by mixing two different species. The mythology says that the bird fed on the solitude of heart and souls naive. It could take many forms, deceiving prey. Upon finding the victim, was able to make it the animal would be left with just adore. The victim died at the brain secársele ayoztli huitzipin and then devoured. Only then could survive. "I laughed and kept the paper. Now, years later, I do not know what to think of that copy. But I shudder to recall those days when I was about to become an ox.
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