WHEN THE MOON WANTED TO REIGN

It was windy in the Universe. The Moon stretched herself from her long resting. She had dreamt of not being as now. The Sun was waiting her to take over him while playing with the long shadows and the red clouds.

-By Lady, I retire- was he saying.

-No, no, wait, Sun, I want to ask you something.

-I’m listening to you.

-What do I have to do to be like you?

-Oh, you want to be like me?

-I suppose so.

-And why don’t you want to be as you are?

-I’m tired of giving little light, of showing me just partially, of lighting less than a candle, of living always in the darkness.

-Are all these bad for you?

-Not good or bad, I just want it changes. I also want to be queen.

-What would you do, if you were queen?

-Give needed warm for life, be always full for everybody, send stem smiles and lily caresses…I want them to look forward for my awakening, to adore me as the goddess I will be.

-You have big ambitions.

-Of course I have. But tell me, what do I have to do?

-How difficult to answer you…I can only tell you what I lived to reach this throne…And I know that all suns have gone through the same steps, they are essential to reign during the day.

_-Tell me, tell me, please.

-First, you will have to transform your inside. Explosions will arise in you that will originate eruptions and all your being will start changing.

-Go on, go on…

-Your cortex will stretch to let way to energy…and when it steps out, your skin will be stained with heating wounds that will have to scar slowly.

-Uff, it seems hard.

- It is. Growing is pain.

-And then, I will be queen?

-No, by the way. There are still scabrous steps. In that moment, you will get the capacity to reign, but from that moment on you will have to find followers in the Universe.

-Ah, understood, I have to conquer my reign.

-Something similar. You will have to convince the stars to get your warm and answer your demands, create them future hopes, give them their routes that will go along yours, offer yourself as server for their needs.

-But shouldn’t it be the other way round? They must be the ones that are on my service, don’t they?

-If you do so, you will lose your subjects, because the other Suns fulfill this Universe’s Law that speaks of service in love, and will take your followers.

-Well, I can accept giving them my warm and my light. What else?

-You will have to learn to fulfill in time your compromises without missing a day, a minute, a second. Appear in the morning, wander the horizon in the same rhythm, arrive your zenith at the expected time, and have the humility to say goodbye while your color and warm are dissipating. You will die each day.

-It can be something similar to what I do now. It seems not difficult to me.

-You will bear those, who darken you without fighting against them, you will accept with resignation that they obligate you to hide and keep smiling to come back with your light and warm.

-How can this be done to a queen?

-Because is one essential part of the compromise.

-Good, good, dear Sun. And when could I be in conditions to reign?

-My friend, it would take millions of years, millions…

She remained in silence. And the Sun left at the western horizon. That night the Moon thought…and thought…if it would be worth changing her princedom by a reign so far…and hard to gain.

Jose Antonio Prades