Una vez caminé sobre el agua.

𝙽𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚜, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜é 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊. 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚍𝚊, 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚓𝚊, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚖á𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙻𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚗, 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘. 𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚖á𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊. 𝚃𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒ó𝚗, 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚘 𝚖á𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚋í𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜.

¿𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛é 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖í𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛? 𝙼𝚒 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚘. 𝚂𝚘𝚕í𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚊 “𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚜”. 𝙰 𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚘. 𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚋𝚊. ¿𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚞 𝚒𝚖á𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚘? ¿𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎? ¿𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊? 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚢 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎 𝚖á𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖á𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘. 𝙰ú𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚝í𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜. “𝙽𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚘”. 𝙽𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟í 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚓𝚊𝚖á𝚜, 𝚗𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚢 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎, 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚞 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕. 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚢, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍. 𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛í𝚊𝚜. 𝙽𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚢 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛. ¿𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞é 𝚍𝚞𝚍é? 𝙼𝚒 𝚏é 𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎ñ𝚊. 𝙲𝚛𝚎í𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜. 𝚈𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚘 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜, 𝚟𝚎𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝚂𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊ñ𝚊, 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚜, 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚣𝚊, 𝚢𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚢 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛. 𝙿𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣ó𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚒 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚎, 𝚢𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛í𝚊. 𝚂𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚞 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚜, 𝚢𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛í𝚊. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛í𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚖á𝚜. ¿𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚞á𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚜? 𝙼𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎, 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊. 𝙼𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚏é 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚊 𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎.